You're Beautiful, Hun - A Lindsey Way Story

Do you believe in life after death? I know I didn't, until i died.

When I died I left a beautiful baby girl and a handsome loving husband behind. They were all that mattered. But regardless of the fact that I'm not there with them, doesn't mean I can't guide them. I must protect my baby no matter what.

I've tried to let Gerard handle this on his own, and figure it all out, but he's worrying me. It's been 6 months since I died, and it was Bandits birthday last week. He left Bandit at Donna's. He said she'd be better off there, and he couldn't bare to look at her. She looks exactly like me. I can see why it's hard for him.

I didn't think he'd actually leave her at Donna's, but here we are, a week later, and he still hasn't gone back to get her.

He won't answer anyone's calls. He won't draw. He won't sing. All he does is sit on the damn couch, smoke, eat pizza, and stair aimlessly at the wall.

A part of me wants to just push him off the couch and yell at him to get over it.

But then there's a part of me that is kinda glad he just didn't move on right away. It makes me believe more than ever that he loved, and still does love me.

I've got a few idea's on how to get him to smarten up. But it'll be tricky. And I want to give him time on his own to realize what he's doing to our baby girl. If he doesn't smarten up, I'm going to need Franks help.

If only Gerard knew what it was like in heaven. It's great. It's inspirational. I meet new friends. Like, me and John Lennon, are really close. Even Freddie Mercury and I are buddies. George Harrison and I play guitar together once a week. And I go for dinner every Sunday with Gerard's grandma Elena. I know that would make him happy if he knew that.

I know he misses her.

Bottom line, if Gerard doesn't bring Bandit home by the beginning of August, I'm getting involved.