Dear Annie,
I miss you.
And I'm going to see you soon.
Are you able to be there when I pass through those pearly gates?
I want to see Mom, Dad, and Nash again.
I want to see you again.
I want to apologize for letting you go through that door first because you were the fourth and final person shot that day.
Don't try to convince me that this isn't the answer.
I can't see any other way.
I'll definitely see you as soon as I've said goodbye to Grandma.
Love,
Lana
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Dear Annie
Short StorySomedays it feels like you're swimming and ignoring that I'm drowning. But then I realize. You stopped fighting the undertow a long time ago. ~ Attention: Written by someone who does NOT suffer from depression! ©2018
