Dear Ray,
I had Mary Brown’s for supper. Today I was really lost. The last time I saw you, you were lying on your belly watching Beverly Hills Cop with Jane and I. I promised I wouldn’t eat Mary Browns again until you could, in solidarity. Today, I ate it just to honour you, I know your workdays on Friday ended with that. I felt like mentioning you to the teller but I was afraid they wouldn’t recognize you by name and I didn’t want to start crying again at the thought that someone didn’t know you or didn’t remember, because you’re so hard to forget.
I’ll never forget how much you made everyone laugh. You took every situation put in front of you and made jokes out of it, in the best way. I hate that I’m writing this letter in the past tense, I still can’t believe you’ll never make me laugh again and that I won’t get to hug you at the end of my work day. You’ll never know how much it meant to me that every day you ended it by saying goodbye to me 4 or 5 different times as you went around collecting all the things you wanted to bring home, and that every time you’d hug me and say “have a good evening but i’ll probably be talking to you again later anyway!” (and you did). There’s not many people in the world like you.
You made even the most tense of situations feel like they were bearable. If it meant being angry with me, being sad with me, or going to the store and buying Red Bull and dill pickle chips.
So many people love you Ray, I hope you know how much you’ve made an impact on many people’s lives. I don’t know how to end this letter, there’s a lot more I wish I had time to say to you while I had the chance. I can never thank you enough for all the selfless things you’ve done for me over the years, and I’ll always consider you one of my best friends. My work husband lol. I love you and miss you, and will think of you always.

Tight lines,
Mandy Joy

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