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My family adopted Jamie Friggin' Patel. That was his unofficial middle name. It just flowed well.
When I was in 8th grade, I made him an awesome airplane cross-stitch that he had given me the pattern for the previous Christmas. (I told you about my craft obsession. I was pretty much ready for grandmahood at 14. It's really good for popularity in jr. high.)
I gave it to him for his birthday. That was a little over 10 years ago yesterday.
Time helps with the loss, but it never goes away.
Wedding Recovery
2 weeks ago
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I miss him lots and lots too. Especially when I need new music, I tend to say things "Jamie, I'm really mad that you are dead!" to the sky. Love you!
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