At the point when Harry Reid was approaching the end, his better half Landra requested some from us to share letters that she could peruse to him. In lieu of an assertion, this is what I kept in touch with my companion:
Harry,
I got the news that the wellbeing circumstance has taken an unpleasant turn, and that it's difficult to chat on the telephone. Which, let's be honest, isn't that enormous of a change cause you never preferred to chat on the telephone in any case!
This is what I need you to know. You were an extraordinary innovator in the Senate, and from the get-go you were more liberal to me than I reserved any option to anticipate. I wouldn't have been president had it not been for your consolation and backing, and I wouldn't have the vast majority of what I finished without your ability and assurance.
In particular, you've been an old buddy. However unique as we may be, I think we both saw something of ourselves in one another — several untouchables who had challenged the chances and knew how to take a punch and thought often about the little man. Also you know what, we made for a very decent group.
Partake in your family, and realize you are cherished by a many individuals, including me. The world is better reason for what you've done. Not awful for a thin, helpless child from Searchlight.
Barack
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