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To Aaron
from Volume 3
I’ll try to keep this brief so as not to waste too much of your time on a saccharine fool such as myself.
It’s the 18th of August 1997, a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The family is gathered in the back yard; your parents, your grandmother, myself, and a four day old you. It’s only been four days, and I already love you dearly. I’m afraid we won’t have much time together due to unfortunate circumstances that we do not have to delve too deeply into. Such is life, and I believe I have reached a good amount of peace with it. I am happy for all I have, and for all that has come my way.
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I hope the same for you, Aaron. Perhaps my only regret is that I will never see you grow, and so I am only left with my hopes. I hope you live a fruitful life. I hope you grow into a kind, dependable and strong man. You can never know too much, learn loads and try to be understanding of everyone. So many people are led astray due to whatever reasons, I hope you choose your own path and stick to it until the end.
Love, your grandpa
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