Dear Carol,

Can you believe it's been five years?  I miss you.  I try to remember what you said, especially the part about forgiving.  You were a good friend to me.  Sometimes I wonder if I was as good a friend to you.  This will probably not shock you, but I can walk around for quite a while with my head up my ass before I realize I haven't seen daylight in a while.

I wonder if I should have done something differently.  When the donor requirements were for someone taller than I am, should I have pressed?  It seems stupid to wonder about this now, but I do.  I miss you.