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Hi, Granny.
I miss you lots. I’m going to come visit you this weekend again. I really liked visiting you a few weeks ago. It was so calming and relieving.
Where do I go from here? I’ve waited all night for him to finally come home. I had to go visit with his school on Wednesday and they made the decision to tell him in order to continue and graduate from school, he must come back home and live with me. He has until tonight to get home and here we are, 20 of 10 and he’s still not home.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore. I am so terribly lost and heartbroken.
Doesn’t he remember anything? I feel like I’ve been thrown away. I feel like 17 years of memories have been crumbled up and just tossed away.
And I feel used. I feel like he was just waiting around, biding his time before his exit.
No reasoning.
Nothing.
I miss him so much, Granny. I wish I was little again and you were here to rub my back. I wish you could make me some garlic bread and hot chocolate.
Why do people have to leave?
It’s not fair.
I miss my little boy. I miss jumping over hot lava and snuggling on the couch watching movies.
I love you, Granny, and I miss you so, so much.
I hope you can hear me.