Dear Megs,

Today was another one I woke up tired. I never thought it would come down to this, you know?

Sometimes I think I might be slipping backward again down that slope we're all trying to claw our way to the top of. How far have you made it, darling?

I wish that I could tell you ways to make your days bearable. I don't really remember, though, what it's like to be thirteen. I don't know what it's like to be sick always, like you are.

I mean, I am ill in my own way, I guess. But the diabetes is something I will never understand.
Are you able to eat again without crying? I know it's tough, kid. There are few things in this world that aren't. I wish I had a better way to tell you these things. But how to tell my little sister that I'm scared of falling apart again...?

What I can say is this: I will be the one who is always waiting for you. When you need it I will be there. I wish for you a better life than what Ive had so far (though by most standards even my own hasn't been disastrous.) I promise you, though, that we will make a new place for ourselves and a new way to live. Someday the past things will really be that: just past things.

Love you, kid.