Dear Morgan,

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Dear Morgan,

You probably already know this but I'm going to say it anyways, I miss you. On Mondays when I'm on my way home from Pilates and drive past the West Jefferson Starbucks, I find myself catching a glimpse in the window hoping you're still there. When we are in studio D and I can't shake the image of you standing at the front of the room with your Venti iced coffee. Whenever I do an Italian Fouette (fancy ballet move), the corrections you gave me pop right back into my brain.  And yes, when I find myself saying your word "merp".

You were the best encourager. Actually, let me change that wording. You are the best encourager because still to this day you're encouraging me through words you've left with me.

Thank you for being the person you were to me and thank you for being a real genuine friend. Thank you for standing up for me when people didn't want to see me valued. Thank you for reminding me why I love what I do. Thank you for those improv sessions that got me through the hard weeks. Thank you for listening. Thank you for seeing that I wasn't ok when I said I was. Thank you for trusting me enough to share your troubles with. Thank you for being unique. Thank you for telling me I have talent and those words of affirmation we long to hear but rarely actually ever do hear. Just...Thank you for you being you.

Sincerely,

Babette