Since I have been here Tim I have not written to a single person who was my "friend" in my former life style on the outside.

I have only written to you. You represent the very best days of my life. Days of youth, freedom and adventure.

We were the brothers that each of us never had. Could it have been possible for us to be any closer?

I know that when I left the farm, and you were off to college, that I should have tried harder to keep in contact. I knew that you would be out at the big house for every holiday. I know that I could have found you there, but I suppose that my bitterness for having to leave, and my own sinful desires kept me away. Maybe it was only shame.

Maybe I didn't want to see what I had become. Maybe I knew that there was a wide gap between us and I wondered if it was too wide to cross.

But I always thought about you and wondered about you and hoped that you were well. I always assumed that you were. You always had everything going for you.

Do you know that I never missed a basketball game that you played in, home or away?

Do you know that there is not a single person who has gotten to know me since the day I left the farm that doesn't know all about you?

How do you suppose they know this Tim?

I will always care about you. I will always admire you. With the fear that this will sound "sappy", I will tell you that I miss you.

Write to me Tim. Close the gap. Please.

Sincerely,
Danny Coyle
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