Dear God,

Cody came in smelling like alcohol.

I demanded to know why.

He explained that he was a recovering alcoholic.

And when he got sad, he drank.

I asked him why he was sad.

He answered by saying

"Its life.

What is there not a time to be sad?"

Touche, my friend.

Touche.

When I told him that,

He laughed.

I made him promise to not drink after I was gone.

He never said promise back.

I'm scared for him.

Love,

Peyton