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Essays from 2015



I used to worry about you. A lot.

It started the moment I found out about the accident. You’ve been my best friend for longer than you haven’t, and in that moment, I wasn’t there for you. It bothered me.

I spent the next two years wishing — no, praying — you’d be okay. I’ve prayed for you longer and harder than I’ve prayed for anybody. I always had a decent idea of where I’d be headed. But I’ve never had half the burdens you’ve dealt with. And that’s always bothered me too.

But I don’t worry about you anymore. I remember feeling like you couldn’t catch a break, but now everything’s breaking your way, kid. I can’t lie, I’m a little jealous of you now. But I don’t envy a thing you’ve got, because you’ve earned it all and then some.

Today’s your day, pleighboi. Redd’s proud of you. Cedric’s proud of you. I’m proud and Irmon’s proud and the brothers are proud and Ron and Crawf and Derrick and Jamila and Ms. Nadine and Brenda … I know they’re all impressed with the man you’ve become.

But none of them are as proud as me. I love you, Donovan. Thank you for being the brother I always needed.

It’s your graduation day. Let’s go crazy.