Yesterday there was a party for my sister and Dad, though more for Abby then anything. It was a year to the day that my Dad and Abby met and became apart of the Fretwerk legacy. A fantastic day to celebrate because without it, I wouldn't be a Fretwerk myself.
Unfortunately I missed the party.
My sleeping schedule has been all out of whack the past few days to where I have been awake during the night and asleep during the day, like a damn vampire. Yes, you may call me Edward if you'd like and I can put glitter on my chest and watch you sleep. lol. Anywho, this is no excuse for missing something that really meant a lot to Abby.
Since becoming a member of the Fretwerk family I have changed so much. This is largely because of Abby. She is the most beautiful person that I have ever known, inside and out. If she has impacted my life in such a huge way in the short amount of time that I have known her, I can only imagine what she has done for the rest of my family. So, yesterday they wanted to show her. If anyone has ever met or known her, you will know what I mean when I say she deserves to be celebrated. Though if you don't, I hope that you have an Abby of your own in your life. She is one of those rare people in life that leads with their heart before all else, never says no when you are in need, supports you no matter how obscene the idea and the perfect person to put a smile on your face. This is Abby -- this is my sister, the peanut butter to my jelly, the butter to my toast, the robin to my batman, the internet to my computer, the cream to my twinkie...whoa...um, perhaps that was a little too much. I digress.
In short what I am trying to say is (and I don't say this all too often), I'm sorry Abby. I'm sorry that when it was your moment to be the focus, I wasn't there. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you all the support and love for a few hours that you have given me these past few months. And finally, I'm sorry that I am prettier then you but still can't be half the friend you are to me.
I love you Abby ♥
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