Dear Gamma,

We're planting your tree on Sunday. It's a nice tree. Dani's gonna be there with Tara, and I'm pretty sure Sue's gonna be there. It's gonna be a potluck. 

I might sing "Memories"... You know, the one from Cats. I can't sing that song without crying. God, I miss you. So much.

I can't help but think Audrey can see you. If you're still there... She sometimes just sits and stares off into space. She's gotta be staring at something, right? I hope it's you. 

I wish you could write me back... But you can't, can you? No. All I can do is write to you.