Hey granpappy, I know this is my third time here in two days but I don't know who else to talk to.
I wish I could have raised kind and compassionate children. I wish you could've met them, maybe you would've straightened them out.
I'm here so I don't shut down. Remember how when Grammy died and I hid under my bed for 9 days before mom forced me out and made me go back to school. It's happened several other times too. But this time will be the worst because I tried to stop it and I know In my heart no matter how hard I try, that I will fail and my baby will be dead. My sweet livi. How do I continue when she's gone? How do I keep going?
