Post 19
My love for you will never change
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Post 14
There’s so much to tell you. I wish I could speak with you. I’d love to know what is going on with you. Are you happy? Are you well? I miss you more than I could ever say.
Mr Jim died. I had a feeling it was going to happen soon. He was just different since pandemic and such. It still has hurt. More than I realized it would. To have a neighbor you can count on, whether you see each other often or not, and then to lose them is hard. The night he died they turned off his kitchen light. That was incredibly difficult for me. That light NEVER went off.
I started a new job. It’s closer to home, which I love. I’m still unsure what I think and feel though. For now, it’s a job.
A deputy that was a friend. And also had been a deputy during times of trouble with our family, was killed. He was a good man. He had a way of being that made me feel secure and that it would all be ok. I’m deeply saddened by his death.
Your siblings miss you. That is a huge part of why this ongoing legal process is difficult. We all miss you. And the idea of you 4 not being able to see each other breaks my heart. It is one thing for me to be cut off, but it is another for my children. We all love you.
It is a confusing time. So much heartache and sadness. Please know that you are always on are minds and we love you.
we miss you.
❤️
Post 11
So I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Do I keep just writing how much I love you and miss you? Do I just write about anything that is on my mind? Part of me is all about keeping this focused on you. Part of me thinks that talking about other things lets you see our lives and in a way you are part of it.
Like, we’ve been working on the house. Lots of progress. Lots to be done. We are currently working on the kitchen. It is nearly all painted….the walls and ceiling anyway. Next up is the cabinets and then that back wall that just didn’t work out as planned. It’s already looking so good and we are all excited to see how this makes the house even more homey.
Gradually it is coming together.
You are missed. A lot. Every single day.
We don’t talk about you a lot. It just hurts too much and your siblings know that. They know I’ll cry.
I do well with it most days, but every now and then, I just can’t take it anymore. I lose myself in grief and pain.
I hope you are well. I hope you’re happy.
You’re loved very much.
Post 10
I don’t know where to begin. There is so much wrong with all that is happening. I hurt. I know you do too. I’m so sorry. I wish I could make it all better.