willow,
you're so hard to talk about.
it doesn't seem like a year. it seems like a million and it seems like an hour.
you visited my sister in her dreams. please do that again.
i don't dream much, but when i do, could you drop by.
it's so very cold today. i watched a little old lady cross the parking lot this morning..
i wanted to go down and help her...
i just keep staring at the wall.
i almost laughed, the heat in my apartment isn't on. it's 55 degrees inside my little room...
you wouldn't mind. i miss you.
i miss you so much.
and again, i cry for you. and i cry for me. and thee eleven. and your kids.
today is so hard. i look at the picture of the eleven from this day a year ago and i remember how it felt.
and how i thought it was so unfair then.. and still do. but i know this is what you wanted most. you said it for ten years. and now you're as you said, up with the angels. but i still needed you down here.
love you,
the littlest.
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