In the end.

Dear Jason, Today my greatest fears have come true. Today your mother and i split up. This hurts me in a way that i have never been hurt before…. i am in so much pain, so I may ramble a bit, and this letter may be hard to understand at times but i am going to try and explain what has happened these last few months. In October of last year i found out your mother had been having an affair with her old boss. the affair lasted a month after i found out… with your mother repeatedly assuring me that it was over. In November we sent you to stay with your grandmother in Florida, to sort of… separate you from the hostility in the house. Then shortly after you left I found out she was still seeing hr old boss. I found out at 3am… and by 3:30 i was in my truck on my way to Florida to be with you. I spent about 4 days in Florida… the day after your mothers birthday she told me that she had made a mistake, she said that she wanted us to work things out… she wanted me to come home. so I did. It;s important that you know something… before i found out your mother had been cheating, we had never had a fight. Not one argument… things were peachy. once i got home the fighting began, we had some couples counseling… and that seemed to help for awhile, but deep down i had a lingering feeling that she was still seeing someone. There were some odd...
I did not die.

I did not die.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not...

letters from the past: Amanda Grosse

(editors note: Amanda had amazing penmanship… almost as nice as her… wait… nevermind.) George, Hey. I hope you didn’t think that i thought being a ‘freak’ meant dressing diffrently, because i wanted you to dress me up like one. I just thought it would be something fun for us to do. I would like to get to know you better, cause you seem pretty cool. I can probably go with you next weekend, cause this saturday i have a car wash i have to work at for color guard. I wish I didnt have to go. Maybe Sunday or whenever you feel like it. My dad is pretty cool about letting me go off with guys so im sure it’s ok. If you want you can call me. I’d better go C-ya. love, Amanda p.s. W/B or call if you can my # xxx-2996 (editors note: there is a funny story that goes along with this… but you dont need to know...