This is a copy of a letter we received following Rehtaeh’s death. It’s fitting it came from a teenager. I’m grateful Rae’s death meant so much to someone else so young.

I keep it in the drawer of a table in the living room we set up just for her.

Today is hard, no question. I couldn’t help but notice my Facebook feed was missing the words of someone – Father’s Day. Rae always got me a card, said something nice, let me know she loved me.

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