Dear X:

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Dear X

I miss you.
I know you were tired and done.
I just wish I had seen you one last time.

But you have given me so much I carry with me. Your stories, your wisdom, funny things you've said, how to make meatballs, expressions, love, photos, memories...

I can hear your voice inside me. Hope I never lose that.

I love you.

You can rest now :rose:

*huggs*
 
DearX
I know we never know our future... Just know that I daydream everyday about what OUR future holds..

I adore you
ME
 
Dear m,

I know we had our disagreements. I guess my failing was expecting perfection out of you while I fail everyday. This long goodbye has been very difficult. But it was nice to see you smile yesterday. None of us really know, but I believe you are headed for a better place. With your nine brothers and sisters there to welcome you. It pains me to say this, but I hope you go quickly. Being frail in an 80 pound pretty much immobile body is no way to live. I know you loved me. Even though you never told me. I guess that's way it's difficult for me to say I love you. But I do.
 
Dear m,

I know we had our disagreements. I guess my failing was expecting perfection out of you while I fail everyday. This long goodbye has been very difficult. But it was nice to see you smile yesterday. None of us really know, but I believe you are headed for a better place. With your nine brothers and sisters there to welcome you. It pains me to say this, but I hope you go quickly. Being frail in an 80 pound pretty much immobile body is no way to live. I know you loved me. Even though you never told me. I guess that's way it's difficult for me to say I love you. But I do.

*HUGS and HUGS*

:rose::rose::rose:
 
Dear X

I miss you terribly.

I know you have far too much on our plate right now, perhaps always did.

But I miss how it used to be, how I felt.

I hope everything's OK and that she is getting well and you are keeping sane.

Love, B
 
Dear m,

I know we had our disagreements. I guess my failing was expecting perfection out of you while I fail everyday. This long goodbye has been very difficult. But it was nice to see you smile yesterday. None of us really know, but I believe you are headed for a better place. With your nine brothers and sisters there to welcome you. It pains me to say this, but I hope you go quickly. Being frail in an 80 pound pretty much immobile body is no way to live. I know you loved me. Even though you never told me. I guess that's way it's difficult for me to say I love you. But I do.

*hugs*
 
Dear X:

If you dont want me, just say so. It would be easier to tell me now than wait it out.

:heart: Me.
 
dear X,

missing your nonsense... no one else quite matches my weirdness...

"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"


just keeping the theme...
 
Dear X:

I still think about you. I can still remember the way you looked and smelled. Sometimes I still find myself wanting you. You truly gave me a night to remember...because here I am again a year later longing for that feeling again.

I hope you've been doing well. I'm sorry we lost touch.

:rose:
~lilly~
 
Dear various X's on another board,

I have watched the latest drama quietly, and while I have no wish to get abused by the flames I know would come from responding to this, I cannot stay silent any longer.

It is the most heinous cruelty to cause pain to someone who has just lost a child. There is a special place in hell for those who do so. But I have struggled for days to put my thoughts about all of that into words, and I have not slept well. I find I have to say a few things.

I do not remember, after losing my own daughter, being able to get on line the next day and describe what had happened to me. I don't remember being able to speak at all. I remember hysteria. I remember being catatonic. I remember being offered sedatives and turning them down because I wanted to hurt as much as possible. I remember screaming. I remember craving death and my daughter more than I have ever wanted anything, before or since.

I don't remember calmly accepting the idea that it was no one's fault. That took years, even though it's what the doctors told me. I remember knowing I was somehow to blame, knowing that if I had only said the right prayer at the right time God would have killed me instead of her. I remember wanting to die, to die from pain, to go back in time and give my own life instead. I remember laying on the couch for days, recuperating from the birth itself, not speaking, not sleeping. I remember friends coming over to try to get me to eat.

I don't remember my husbands being able to get up the next day and write impassioned essays about how that small jar of ashes would never wear a baseball cap or borrow the car keys. I remember them being suicidal, catatonic, sedated. I remember them blaming themselves as I did. I remember all of us in crushing, meaningless guilt, sorrow so deep that death would have been better. I can't imagine us posting pictures of that empty corpse on line for people to see. I can't imagine even wanting to tell anyone, since saying it would make it real, and it could not, should not, must not be real.

Forgive me, forgive me for being skeptical if this is real. Perhaps others are able to deal with grief better than I did. Perhaps there is a difference in the event I experienced; thinking I was in labor with my beautiful, full term live child and being told I would be delivering the body simply for burial.

I cannot judge; I cannot decide if any of it is true. I don't even care, really. It attracted my attention because of the nature of the conflict, because I know how that event feels. I know only my own grief and responses, and no one else's. But while there is a special place in hell for someone who would invade and abuse that grief, there is also a special circle for anyone who would take advantage of that idea, who would lie about it. It is guarded by mothers like me, who have lived with empty arms where a child should be lying. And if I am chosen to guard that space, my beautiful daughter will be standing beside me.

Just know that. Just know that.
 
Dear G

Its been a year since you left us even though you were 90 and did it all the pain is still there and I miss our times together

Me
 
Dear X,

I'm sorry I'm not as happy for you right now as I should be. You know that I've always wanted you to be happy, whatever that might mean, and I'm glad she does that for you. Give me a little bit of time to get my head back on straight and figure out how to react and then I'll be back to being your friend.

Please remember your promise, too. And remember that I'll always love you, no matter what.

Kat
 
Dear cock,

Sorry about the dry spell. Shit happens. One day I will get you laid, I promise! Maybe with a little luck, one day you can have all the pussy you want anytime you want it.
 
Dear X, Y, Z

when I read your posts and stories I wonder if all the submissives in your area are blind or just plain dumb? :confused: They must be!! Because thats the only thing that comes to my mind when I see you're still subless.

Wish things were different for all of you, being alone SUCK!

Hope you will find your dreamy sub/slave soon!!! :rose:


*HUGGS & HUGGS*
~me
 
Dear X,

If you're so worried about the freaking basketball hoop that does not belong to me, the one that I allowed to be put in front of my property so that the kids could play on the flattest part of the road, put it in front of your house and watch your kids when they play.

Thank you.
 
Dear x

If you want to take a road trip thats fine, you dont need my permission but dont presume that if you break down halfway through a 1400 mile road trip Im going to drop everything to come get you............ my life no longer revolves around you... call your girlfriend you are going to see, shes closer


Oh btw have a great trip
 
Dear angel,

I love you with all My heart and soul. I always will. I can't wait till We are together. I want that SOOO badly. I want you. I need you. Always. :heart::rose:

Love Eternally,
Daddy
 
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