Dear Helen,
My grandson and I are suffering from two of our losses. He lost both of his parents and I lost my son and daughter-in-law. It's hard for me to keep my grandson strong when I myself is weak. My grandson has left and has gone to New York. He's so angry with himself, with everybody and everything else in this world. He wanted to be alone. I know he can take care of himself. I made him promise me to come back here once he has cleared his mind. He blames his mother for both of his parents' death. It really crushed him. I will tell you the whole story when we meet.
I'm sitting on this bench once again, feeling your presence, feeling the strength you're giving me as if you're here. How I wish this were all true. How I wish you're sitting right here beside me, holding my hand and telling me it's going to be all alright. Je vous ai aimés, Helen and I always will.
Love,
Jean
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It Started in Paris
ChickLitLauren goes to Paris for a business trip. She ignores the countless love letters that arrives at her door in her apartment in Paris. Her curiosity clicks her into opening the letters. Someone named Jean Hughe is the writer of the letters for...
