To the server at the Young Street eatery. Thanks for making my day a little brighter as I stood waiting for the debit to start working again. I was having a really cranky day and you put me in a better mood. That was great. —Veggie delight

Awww girl you are the best friend/partner in crime EVER!

I just wanted to tell you that, because I know you read this thang. Dont worry, if you wear the lampshade tomorrow night I will take care of you even if you get all surly-like haha and I will wear flats if I can find a pair (as an attempt) to reduce the chances of stumbliness. Then we can all eat garlic fingers with donair sauce and sing loudly/badly out my window. What's funner that that?

Anytime you call I will come running like Burt Reynolds xo —I peed on your floor a little bit...

I saw you on the 52, I thought I recognized your smile. You're the guy I asked for papers while you were on your doorstep one afternoon.

You're incredibly cute and you make me very nervous. You definitely didn't notice me, but that's okay. Keep doing what ever it is you do that makes you who you are. Maybe someday I'll have the confidence to say hello. —Shy Fairview brunette

Thanks to the cop on her bicycle near the Triangle who wasn't a hard-ass about me being on my motorcycle for all of 20 seconds without a helmet while I moved it from one spot to another. I know some cops would have freaked out and started to at least tear into me if not ticket me, but instead you were reasonable about it. You were also pretty cute and seemed to just be having an awesome day, which in turn improved mine.

If more cops were approachable, nice, and trusting like you, I bet many people would appreciate our police force more. —Helmet-less parker

Even though we haven't been friends in a while, I was really sad to see you go. There was so much else I wanted to say before you left.

Thanks for everything. Your awesomeness, all the conversations, the laughs, the friendship. I'm sorry again for everything. I wish you all the luck and happiness in the world. I mean it. Take care. —DCD Fan

Thank you to those who clean up their dog's shit. —BM

Tuesday afternoon I braked too fast going down Sackville St. and flew over the handlebars of bike, landing gracefully on my face. Thank you to everyone who came running; collectively you helped scrap me off the pavement, called my mom+paramedics, cleaned me up and drove me to ER.

At one point there were 2 girls with first aid kits around me. Big thanks to the owner of the Plum for looking after my bike. I'm so grateful to you all. I'm truly glad to live in this city with such wonderful people. —City cyclin' girl

This goes out to all the ladies, young and old, who have some bush. And even if you don't, you are still fun things to be around.

Who really cares if your hair is long or short, or even bald, you are still the cutest thing that I, or any other male, have ever seen.

And if they say you aren't, then those guys are either liars, or pretty stupid. Smile, the world loves ya. —Life Sucks

Thank you too the cute guy in the white sedan on Portland street on Tuesday afternoon. I was crossing the street and you stopped to let me pass. The opposing driver however did not stop, but I was not looking and you started honking your horn to warn me. You saved me from an unpleasant trip to the ER or worse! I Hope you had a great day! —A grateful pedestrian

Mom, I have to write you this letter now, after you have gone. I miss you terribly and I love you. I know that where ever your spirit resides it is a beautiful place and that you are at peace.

It has been hard for me lately without you. I feel that only now, some three months since your passing, do I realize the depth of my feelings for you and the effect you had on my life. You were always there, you were my Mom and you knew me like few others ever have or ever will. In many ways we were so alike. I felt like I watched a part of myself slip away with you when you faced your final days. You were so courageous and so good natured in spite of your condition. I am so proud of that and I only hope that when my time comes that I be similarly brave and graceful.

I am sure you would not want me to dwell overly long on my feelings of sadness and loss; you asked all of us not to. I will not, I promise. In the present tense however, I am overcome. I remember that during your illness and your final weeks and days at home I fell into the role of "being strong" and not showing what I felt. I don't regret the choice (if it was a choice) to act so. I was there for my brother and Dad just as they were there for me. It had to be so, I feel. In many ways you took on a similar role; I believe the fight you were engaged in required it. We were all privileged to be with you til the end.

It is in the now that the release of my emotions has come.

You came to me in a dream a few nights ago. In the dream, you called me on the phone. I remember being overjoyed at the sound of your voice, though I can't recall what you said. I just knew it was you and that you were happy. A part of me believes that you were trying to tell me about the future. Is that so? I would welcome any further visitations to my dreams that you may wish to make and I will listen to and try to remember anything you say.

Following this dream something inside of me has opened up and is finally being released. I wonder if I have been holding on too tightly to you in my mind all this time. Perhaps this is the first step of letting go and really being at peace with your death. I have lived with these questions for a few days and sleepless nights and I am deeply tired. I confided in my brother today about how I am feeling. He understands of course. I promise I will speak to Dad tonight. I also promise to go back to work tomorrow.

I am speaking to you now, in perhaps not the best way, but one which feels effective. I do not believe it can be said too often how deeply I love you. Nor can I say too often that you were all the things a mother is meant to be.

Writing this down has helped me begin to feel better. It was always this way, wasn't it? I would sit on things and let them stew until I almost exploded. Then I would talk to you and feel better.

I will continue to talk to you, with my heart and my mind for as long as I have memory of you. If you have any further ability to speak to me please don't hesitate to do so from time to time in whatever way you can. I feel your presence and I know you watch over us all. We are lucky, we who know you.

I love you forever.

Til we meet again, I remain your loving son. —Anon