| To Jordan To Jordan, my baby girl, You're probably wondering where the heck this letter came from. If I'm correct, the return address should be a James or Lance Bass. I've sent it with a letter that I sent to him, and I'm having him mail it to you so that it arrives on your 'Sweet Sixteen' If it's not the right date, October 17, 2017, I'm sorry. There are so many things I want to tell you. I love you and I always will. No matter what anyone tells you, I *do* love you. Remember that, okay? Never ever forget that Daddy loves you. I cannot express that enough. You're not old enough to remember me right now, and I'm deeply sorry about that. But sometimes it's good not to remember things or people. As I watched you grow, I thought about how much you look like me. The curly hair, deep blue eyes. It amazes me sometimes. You're absolutely beautiful. You will make some man very happy one day, yet I won't be there to see it. If your mother didn't tell you anything about me, I will. When I was fourteen, I joined a group. I remained in that group until you were born. We were quite famous and after you came, we called it quits. I haven't spoke any words to any of the others since then. My mother can tell you more. Grandma Lynn. I'm so sorry for leaving you. It doesn't mean that I didn't care. Because I did and I still do. You're my only child and you mean every piece of the world to me. You're my life, the one that I am taking away. If you ever, ever want to talk to me, just talk....I'll be listening. I promise I will listen and hear every word you say. I'll be watching over you, baby. I love you more than words can say. I want you to know that. I don't want you to think that you can't talk to me. Because you can always come to me. No matter what. I wish that I had words of wisdom to give you, but unfortunately, I don't. Not every one does. Don't you ever forget that I love you. Don't forget. Love, Daddy *** Justin sealed the letter to his daughter and to Lance in one envelope and brought all four letters to the mailbox. He then went inside and pulled out a handgun from the top of his closet. He sat down on his bed and stared at the black object in his hands. "I'm sorry." He whispered his last words and put the gun to his head. Pulling the trigger, a tear fell from his eye. |