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Funny that you have been dead for about two years, but you still come up as a suggested friend on Facebook.
I would add you now, just so you know. I am not mad at you any more. I just realised that. When you were alive, we weren't speaking to each other. I am not sure if you realised that either. I will never know what you were running away from, but I think the drugs made you not notice a lot of things. As far as I know, it was all mostly pain pills and weed. Maybe the world outside your head was just too much.
It was hard to forgive you for breaking mom and dad's heart like that. We were supposed to bury them. We owed them that.
I went to your house after the fire. One of your cats didn't make it, but the other one did. You over fed him, and I think you would have been pissed that I called him a pig with cat ears. Mom has been taking care of him, and he is doing fine. I met your neighbours. They are a cute couple, young, pretty, and the guy tried to pull you out of the house, but you were already gone. He showed us some of the music that he recorded of you on the guitar. I thought it would suck, but it seems you had a lot of talent. It would have been fun to hear you play.
Dad rented your house to them for a cheap rent. They have since got married and moved out.
I got that divorce finally. It was ugly like I thought, and you died right in the beginning of it. Suzanne was a cunt about everything and called me to demand that I move my stuff out of the house during the week I was in Florida because of your death. She threw Tiffany out of the house, and she is now staying in your old room. I took your posters down, because mom and dad wanted me too. We have a box of all your old stuff at the house that no one knows what to do with.. I found your old sketch pad in your closet, next to the mason jar of cigarettes you hid from mom. I was always amazed at the kind of art work you could make.
We never did have a funeral for you. No one could handle planning one. We couldn't find any pictures of you when we tried. I think you hated pictures of yourself. I found one the other day of you and dad. You looked pretty happy. I am going to use that one and start a memorial site with you and the both our grand parents.
I don't know if you knew this, but even when you were a total bitch, which was often, we still love you.
I would add you now, just so you know. I am not mad at you any more. I just realised that. When you were alive, we weren't speaking to each other. I am not sure if you realised that either. I will never know what you were running away from, but I think the drugs made you not notice a lot of things. As far as I know, it was all mostly pain pills and weed. Maybe the world outside your head was just too much.
It was hard to forgive you for breaking mom and dad's heart like that. We were supposed to bury them. We owed them that.
I went to your house after the fire. One of your cats didn't make it, but the other one did. You over fed him, and I think you would have been pissed that I called him a pig with cat ears. Mom has been taking care of him, and he is doing fine. I met your neighbours. They are a cute couple, young, pretty, and the guy tried to pull you out of the house, but you were already gone. He showed us some of the music that he recorded of you on the guitar. I thought it would suck, but it seems you had a lot of talent. It would have been fun to hear you play.
Dad rented your house to them for a cheap rent. They have since got married and moved out.
I got that divorce finally. It was ugly like I thought, and you died right in the beginning of it. Suzanne was a cunt about everything and called me to demand that I move my stuff out of the house during the week I was in Florida because of your death. She threw Tiffany out of the house, and she is now staying in your old room. I took your posters down, because mom and dad wanted me too. We have a box of all your old stuff at the house that no one knows what to do with.. I found your old sketch pad in your closet, next to the mason jar of cigarettes you hid from mom. I was always amazed at the kind of art work you could make.
We never did have a funeral for you. No one could handle planning one. We couldn't find any pictures of you when we tried. I think you hated pictures of yourself. I found one the other day of you and dad. You looked pretty happy. I am going to use that one and start a memorial site with you and the both our grand parents.
I don't know if you knew this, but even when you were a total bitch, which was often, we still love you.
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This is a lovely post. I've thought about doing this for my lost loved ones, but I believe they can hear my heart, that death does not stop them from knowing me. Besides, actually typing it out - would bring me to tears I don't need to cry.
I love you for sharing this.