Wednesday morning, 2 March 2005 [10:15 a.m.]
Hello, love. It’s only ten and already I’ve had an awful morning. I woke up in tears for you at seven and held on to your picture as if I was drowning. I am drowning, drowning in grief. I thanked God for you: for your life, for your every spoken word, every message, every email, every gift, every promise.Don still has not written – I am wondering if you made him and others promise not to contact me in one of your well-intentioned if not a little misguided attempts to shield me from hurt. Honey, it doesn’t work like that!
- Susan
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