miC.heal's meM.oirs . . .

maR.ch 24th, 1982

...need you back here with me

Grandma, I need your help. I don't know if I can stay this way. The dog chewed up my mom's bedroom. She's throwing everything around, even your clothes. Grandma I love you. I need you back here with me, I feel so confused. I'm always fighting with my mom. Jackie and I aren't as happy as we were. People are getting back to thier regular normal every-day life. I can't get over you. Grandpa came back and talked to me. Why can't you talk to me and alway talk to me when I need you? Please Grandma! WHen I saw your body the first time, mom made me go in, I was scared. I didn't want to see you dead. Your body didn't look like you. Everybody... (continued on next meM.oir)

 

 



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