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Dear You,

It's been so quiet and peaceful without you that it's getting hard to remember exactly how truly difficult you were. Good luck in your new job as "Mobile Sanitation Engineer"!

Me (on behalf of Us)

Dear Fellow Toastmasters,

This is critical. It's time to stop the behaviors that are killing our clubs. Stop disrupting, just sitting around doing nothing, resisting change and generally making excuses. Just two of us seem interested in this club now, and we're getting tired. I don't just want to roll over and die, but maybe my time would be spent better doing something else.

Most of this is Ken Goodwins

Dear son,

I’m writing this slow because I know you can’t read fast.

We don’t live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved. I won’t be able to send you the address because the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn’t have to change their address.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I’m not sure about it though. I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain. We haven’t seen them since. The weather isn’t bad here. It only rained twice last week. The first time for three days and the second time for four days.

Jimmy locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it took him two hours to get me and your father out.

Auntie Maude has sent you a pair of socks she knit, she put a third one in because she heard you have grown another foot since she last saw you. About that coat you wanted me to send, your uncle Billy said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.


Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Butch was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn’t get the tailgate down.

Dad has a lovely new job, with about five hundred people under him. He cuts the grass at the cemetery.

Your sister, Mary had a baby this morning. I've not found out if it is a boy or a birl yet so I don't yet know if you're an aunt or an uncle.

Last Monday was so windy one of the chickens laid the same egg five times.

I have to write quicker now as my pen is running out.

Oh. I found out what happened to old Uncle Patrick. Unfortunately he drowned in a vat of whiskey where he worked in Dublin. Several of his mates tried to save him but he fought them off bravely.

There isn’t much more news at the time. Nothing much out of the normal has happened.

Your favorite aunt,

Mom

P.S. I was going to send you a five pound note but I had already sealed the envilope.

I saw some of this on a model railway site. Some is from a joke book..

Dear Me.

I don't know why you sometimes don't fit in somehow. You are a perfectly ok gentleman. You try your very best to be popular, and I can't see why you are not. You have a lot going for you. Hang in there. All the best from Me.

Dear Mom,

I can't say I'm sorry forever. I didn't want to break your heart. I think yours is broken already. There's nothing I can do to satisfy you, or the longing created from not having satisfaction or peace or gratitude from you all (my family). Be strong, be brave, be better, but be .........
is all I see from you all. I've had no time to heal. What can I say? You betrayed me even though I love you. You decided to take my joy (my little son) from me.
Then, if you take him, you won't have your daughter anymore. I've bent over backwards trying to please you all. You all have no gratitude for me.

Bye,
Love your daughter
(I wish you would.)

My ex,

_____________. You deserve nothing from me. If you figure out I'm dead......

Bye,
Me

CaThar4G.... You are beautiful and precious. You are loved. xx God really loves You. He calls you "Daughter". Trust. Trust God.

I'm sorry

(((CaTharG)))

I think I'm ok now. It's over. I'm through it.

Onwards!

Dear all the people who helped me today,

Thank you very much for looking after me and helping me with my grazes when I had a panic attack, felt faint and fell over. I really appreciate your help and the sympathy you all gave me. You really were wonderful, and I'm glad there are people like you lot around.

Also to the passers by who gave me sympathetic looks, though it was embarrassing I understood you all meant well, and I really appreciated the sympathy from you lot too. Thank you very much.

Thank you again,
smudge.

Dear You,

I don't dare say this to your face, because I was there when you had a violent meltdown for someone telling you they thought your sister was cute (and you took it to mean they thought you were ugly)...

I'm sorry I could not be there to help you get through the initial interview. Had I been there, I would have told you to shut up about all of the bad things past employers had done to you and how "everybody" thinks you're a loser. Also, had I known ahead of time about all of the emotional baggage you carry, I would have not even tried to help. Besides, the kind of help you need is more than I am qualified to give, and since you're already undergoing therapy for what happened to you, your situation is not completely hopeless. Please continue with your therapy.

Good Luck.

Me.

Dear me

All those milestones are not your milestones, you didn't choose them... you can choose other ones more suited to you.
It's time to be everything you need, then think about other peoples needs from the right mindset.

Life is fond of curve balls of loss, your short life particularly so it seems, this one has arrived, it's time to prep for more. There are always more things to loose.
______

I wonder if its really a curve ball when I've prepared for an unknown mentally...

You got this
Love from me