My dearest Wolf-boy, er, um, I mean, Peter,
How do I say goodbye? Where do I start?
Well, let me start by saying how much I love you, and care about you, and admire you, and how much my life has been enriched by knowing you and being close to you.
I've been thinking about you constantly since our last talk on the phone, and after great reflection, I can honestly say that no one, and I mean no one, has pushed my boundaries or opened up more possibilities for living and being happy than you have. Boy, did you generate a lot for my therapist and me to talk about! But you showed me, in word and in deed, that a person can stand up, without fear, and honestly be the person they want to be.
The people I left behind in Boston don't recognize me anymore and don't know what to do with me, but I'm happier now than I've ever been. I swear, I am having it and living it all, and I never even knew that it could be possible before I met you.
I will miss you, Peter. I already do. I will miss knowing that you're making life difficult for someone, somewhere. I will miss knowing that you are demonstrating to someone, like you did for me, that life can be better, and that we can make this a better world to live in. I know it sounds sappy, but that's what you do to people---you inspire them to be better.
So, if you're ready to go, to leave this life and go onto whatever is next, then I'm ready to let you go. I have stories that I tell about you and memories, memories memories, and pictures to help me remember. I won't forget you, and as cliche as this sounds, part of you lives on in me. The part of me that gives people hell when they are being lame, and the part that tries to be genuine and honest with people is you talking through me.
Goodbye, Petey; I love you and I'll miss you.
Your Poochie,
- Jeff