Growing up, my big brother and I were best friends. After growing apart, he left this for me when he went away to college.

For the squinters:
“A year or so ago, you were at some party or something, and were getting a ride home with someone else. I guess it might have been longer cause you didn’t have a cell phone. The time were supposed to be back came and went and you didn’t show up. Mama & Daddy started to get a little worried. I was taking a shower and starting worrying too. What if you didn’t come back? It was you I was worried about, but it was my life that flashed before my eyes. We were sitting in front of the TV playing Aladdin, and I was trying to keep you from chucking the controller at the wall. We were scripting intense dramas with legos and playmobile people. Mickey and his hang of beanie baby misfits were playing soccer and dancing the night away to the Space Jam soundtrack. We were being sent to our rooms for getting in trouble each sitting in our own doorway, plotting against the “enemy”! Even as I write this it is hard to keep the tears that poured out in the shower that night for splattering all over this card. Don’t ever think for a second that I am not so grateful to have such a great sister. I love you Elizabeth.
-Matthew”

6 thoughts on “Growing up, my big brother and I were best friends. After growing apart, he left this for me when he went away to college.”

  1. Walt

    Space Jam? Beanie babies? Too much sisterly love? This is everything wrong with Gen-Y. His sister obviously hates him because she posted such a pussy letter…

  3. Andreas

    I kept waiting for some punch line containing sex or star wars or something, but nothing. I mean, come one, what happened at the party? Did she get laid? Gimme something here!

  4. Kross10c

    he must have been really upset when he wrote this because he had trouble finishing his thoughts.
    Poor Guy ๐Ÿ™

  5. Bill

    Hmm…and all I got from my brother was a 7-page letter the night before my wedding telling me how much he hated me, how he admired our dad who beat our mother and didn’t work a day in his life, and that, yes, he wasn’t going to be my best man. 15 years later my mother still tells me *I* should make up with him.

    There’s a rage comic in all of this…

    1. Fredo

      Hey Bill

      Forgive him, not for him but for you. You don’t even have to tell the bastard, just forgive him in your heart and you will finally be able to move on. And burn the letter.

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