My Dearest Sucka,

My dreaded day has come. I am going to Sitka on Saturday to meet with your family. On Sunday they will have a traditional ceremony on the beach for you. Caacba, I could never be ready for you to go away, but this hit me like a "two-ton heavy thing." Ha. I have to use the humor, Sucka, or I'll implode or something. Sussan is going too. Man, we are both having a hard time with this.

I can't pick up the phone and dial you up. I can't call you and hear your voice on the machine. Sucks to be me.

I will love and miss you forever, Sucka. I'll see you on Sunday.

Clicka