February 12th,
Father told me you were in the hospital for a while...a long while. That was when I was in the mental institution. Maybe you switched it off. Maybe you turned off the heart monitor.
Maybe you not only wanted, but needed to die, to fade away.
No wonder you stopped being so happy. You were already dying and you knew it. Now that I think of it, your cheeks had lost their lovely pink glow, your hair; its shine...but all long before I could have ever noticed or realised, you left me.
But why did you never tell me?
Father knew...
I know he did, when he broke the news last year, I knew it was over. I just didn't know how, or why.
and I was broken.
Lucy x
