Dear Aunt Stacey,

I wish I got the chance to meet you. I hear stories of you all the time, of how wonderful and what a great person you were. You never deserved to die at such a young age because of people’s carless actions. You nevergot to live. To go on your first date, to experience puberty, to go to high school, Prom, to get married to grow up with my mom and uncle. To not meet my brother and I. I miss you, even though we’ve never met, laughed or been there for one another; I wish always that we did. You and I would have been best friends. I’m so mad I never got that chance, that you never got any of those chances. We all miss you everyday. You are a memory that will never will be forgotten. I love you.

Niece, age 19