Dear God,
So, I know that you know that I stopped drinking because he died.
Cody knows that too.
But you don't know who he is.
Maybe you do, but I never told you.
Cody doesn't either.
But, he died, way too young.
Way too young for what he was worth.
Just because of a poison.
That's right.
He died from alcohol poisoning.
That's why I don't drink even a drop.
Because if he didn't drink that last drop, he could have lived.
And even when I was grief-stricken,
I didn't drink a drop.
Oh, I wanted to, believe me.
But then I saw his face in that casket.
Love,
Liz
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