The years are not making it any simpler. I’ve become angry, bitter and the sun cuts through me like a dull knife. I miss you more and more as each year passes; growing more resentful of those around me who I just though hoops for and beg for applause. None of their recognition could ever equal yours.
I am alone and pained, nobody wants to hear of my plight any longer. The story has passed its point of interest, so I keep it to myself. I’ve been known to lash out – but it’s out of loneliness rather than anything else.
Be well, happy and safe.
I love you forever – always your little girl (even at forty-eight?) – you’re always my superhero.
Happy Thanksgiving. Please take care of my Sunshine.
I know you live in my heart.
Always, your daughter
Always your heart