Dear Rudy,
You’re the first person I’m telling about this, and that’s only because I know you won’t tell anyone. If you were alive I don’t think I’d tell you. I just know you’d joke about it and I’d probably lose confidence. I’ve started a blog. It’s a little thing, almost nothing really, but it’s mine and I made it happen. I called it ‘Autie Girl’ so no one will know it’s me, and I made the background pink, and I published my first post. I wrote about hugging, about the rules I think there should be for hugging and how my worst days get even worse when people hug me. I wrote about your memorial, and all the hugging. I wrote 1000 words about hugging. I know that might sound strange to some people, but I thought maybe someone else like me might read it and it would sound like the most true thing of all for them. That’s why I started the blog. No one has read it yet, according to counter on the site. Maybe I haven’t tagged the right things, or maybe I need to share it on other platforms, but right now it’s my own little boat I’ve set out on the sea and I’m just happy it’s floating there. I’m doing something. I’m feeling it. I hope that means something.
The problem is I used all my writing energy there so I don’t have a lot left for this letter. Please pretend I’ve told you something completely heartwarming and profound, okay?
Love, Erin