Dear Nick,

I bought a dress today to wear at your funeral. I’m trying to get ready so when I get the call, I can just pick up my suitcase, drop off the dog, and be on my way. It isn’t right. I shouldn’t have to buy a dress to wear at the funeral of greatest guy I know. It’s just not right.

Did you ever notice that cute shop down Euclid, across from that little deli? They had this darling, strapless white summer dress. I had joked with Emily that it was a perfect summer wedding dress, and that I should buy it to hold on to. She asked who I'd be marrying, Chris or you, and I said you. I never bought that dress. I should have. Instead, I bought the dress I'll wear at your funeral.

Love,
Holly