I’very always been bad at writing letters. Or writing in general. And sometimes I try to write so many things… my trash can over flows with crappie poems, stories, and (of course) letters. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if you were here. You had everything. A man that put a ring on your finger and was ready to say ‘I do’. A family that loved you. A niece. A six year old now going on to 14. A girl that has no trace of her aunt except a picture found I’m my mom’s dresser. Of course I keep it in my journal now.
\n I have all of your books. Why mystery? God. The amount of questions I want to ask you. How did you like your coffee? Who was your favorite sound. I want to know these things and I want to hear your voice. God, do I want to hear your voice. I wonder if you hated the world. The world you held in your hands. A girl who’said father who would give away his life to see a damn smile on your face. But instead you leave a note and a depressed woman hanging on a closet door.
\n How dare you. Take that man for granted. I hardly know you but I love you. It hurts, but I bear the pain. I will continue to live the life you took for granted. A world you could have changed…for the better.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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