Dear Casey...
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Dear Casey,
Wow, I don't really know where to start off. I am sitting here at my computer being eaten up inside. It is exactly two thirty on May 24th, as you walk down the aisle on the most important day of your life I am on my computer writing to you. My stomach is churning with disappointment in myself. So many people asked me, "Are you going to Casey's wedding?" and my response to every one of those questions was, "Hell yes, I wouldn't miss that for the world." And when I said that, I really meant it, and somehow along the way I lost track and I missed it. I really cannot begin to say how upset and disappointed I am with myself over this.
Looking back over our relationship through the years, starting with freshman football and English with Ms. Sweitzer, I knew we were in for a ride...