Dear X

Dear X,

I really do not know what you are thinking... or maybe not thinking that much at all. I know you are in the grips of a disease... multiple diseases - and that you are likely self medicating with these very unsafe substances as a way to contend with your brain which doesn't work the way mine does. My heart breaks as I watch this horror show unfold. I feel terror over the deep deep trouble you are in. I wish you could be more concerned about the overdose to which you directly contributed than the loss of your phone to a police investigation. How are you living with yourself? At what point will you wake up and really see and feel the damage your actions have caused. I feel helpless... there is literally nothing I can do but pray. For you, for your parents, for those who are grieving.

a very worried auntie
 
Dear Craig

It is a year since you were taken from us and the ache still lingers.

My thoughts of you flit from the two year old who would constantly sing Kylie Minogue’s I should be so lucky all day long (you only ever sang lucky lucky lucky), to the four year old who would keep taking the decorations off the Christmas tree and put them on his ears (giving me a big smirk every time), to the eight year old who would make me ride fairground rides with him just to hear me scream, to the ten year old gymnast who worked so hard to be perfect, to the teen who struggled with gender identity but was so confident in their own skin, to the adult who embraced life so fully and travelled and danced to their own tune. You took everything the world threw at you and made it fit your mould.

You are missed every day. Your brother misses you terribly and is still trying to come to terms with you not being around. There is darkness where there once was the brightest light.

Always in my thoughts, forever in my heart

Love Mum ❤️

 
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Dear X

I love you, I want whats best for you, to see you grow, not slip in this crap.

I want to support you and emcourage you, but I can not suport this. I understand you think you want what you are doing, but I know in the end it is not what is ultimately good.

I will let you go. And I will always love you meaning I will always root for you, hoping to see ou become a better person.

Right now though... I have to step apart you have chose this over me. And I will not be apart of that.

- Love
 
Dear Craig

It is a year since you were taken from us and the ache still lingers.

My thoughts of you flit from the two year old who would constantly sing Kylie Minogue’s I should be so lucky all day long (you only ever sang lucky lucky lucky), to the four year old who would keep taking the decorations off the Christmas tree and put them on his ears (giving me a big smirk every time), to the eight year old who would make me ride fairground rides with him just to hear me scream, to the ten year old gymnast who worked so hard to be perfect, to the teen who struggled with gender identity but was so confident in their own skin, to the adult who embraced life so fully and travelled and danced to their own tune. You took everything the world threw at you and made it fit your mould.

You are missed every day. Your brother misses you terribly and is still trying to come to terms with you not being around. There is darkness where there once was the brightest light.

Always in my thoughts, forever in my heart

Love Mum ❤️

🫂🫂🫂
 
You are missed every day. Your brother misses you terribly and is still trying to come to terms with you not being around. There is darkness where there once was the brightest light.

Always in my thoughts, forever in my heart

Love Mum ❤️
Amber,

My heart goes out to you and your family. I'm sure that his passing is difficult to endure every day, but today, even more so, must be such a difficult day. Please know that you are in my thoughts.
♥️♥️♥️🫂🫂🫂
 
Dear Craig

It is a year since you were taken from us and the ache still lingers.

My thoughts of you flit from the two year old who would constantly sing Kylie Minogue’s I should be so lucky all day long (you only ever sang lucky lucky lucky), to the four year old who would keep taking the decorations off the Christmas tree and put them on his ears (giving me a big smirk every time), to the eight year old who would make me ride fairground rides with him just to hear me scream, to the ten year old gymnast who worked so hard to be perfect, to the teen who struggled with gender identity but was so confident in their own skin, to the adult who embraced life so fully and travelled and danced to their own tune. You took everything the world threw at you and made it fit your mould.

You are missed every day. Your brother misses you terribly and is still trying to come to terms with you not being around. There is darkness where there once was the brightest light.

Always in my thoughts, forever in my heart

Love Mum ❤️
*****hugs****** I'm so sorry Amber!
 
Dear Craig

It is a year since you were taken from us and the ache still lingers.

My thoughts of you flit from the two year old who would constantly sing Kylie Minogue’s I should be so lucky all day long (you only ever sang lucky lucky lucky), to the four year old who would keep taking the decorations off the Christmas tree and put them on his ears (giving me a big smirk every time), to the eight year old who would make me ride fairground rides with him just to hear me scream, to the ten year old gymnast who worked so hard to be perfect, to the teen who struggled with gender identity but was so confident in their own skin, to the adult who embraced life so fully and travelled and danced to their own tune. You took everything the world threw at you and made it fit your mould.

You are missed every day. Your brother misses you terribly and is still trying to come to terms with you not being around. There is darkness where there once was the brightest light.

Always in my thoughts, forever in my heart

Love Mum ❤️

I'm super sorry to hear of this loss. :(
 
Dear Craig

It is a year since you were taken from us and the ache still lingers.

My thoughts of you flit from the two year old who would constantly sing Kylie Minogue’s I should be so lucky all day long (you only ever sang lucky lucky lucky), to the four year old who would keep taking the decorations off the Christmas tree and put them on his ears (giving me a big smirk every time), to the eight year old who would make me ride fairground rides with him just to hear me scream, to the ten year old gymnast who worked so hard to be perfect, to the teen who struggled with gender identity but was so confident in their own skin, to the adult who embraced life so fully and travelled and danced to their own tune. You took everything the world threw at you and made it fit your mould.

You are missed every day. Your brother misses you terribly and is still trying to come to terms with you not being around. There is darkness where there once was the brightest light.

Always in my thoughts, forever in my heart

Love Mum ❤️

I'm so sorry for your loss Amber...thinking of you and sending love :heart:
 
Dear Craig

It is a year since you were taken from us and the ache still lingers.

My thoughts of you flit from the two year old who would constantly sing Kylie Minogue’s I should be so lucky all day long (you only ever sang lucky lucky lucky), to the four year old who would keep taking the decorations off the Christmas tree and put them on his ears (giving me a big smirk every time), to the eight year old who would make me ride fairground rides with him just to hear me scream, to the ten year old gymnast who worked so hard to be perfect, to the teen who struggled with gender identity but was so confident in their own skin, to the adult who embraced life so fully and travelled and danced to their own tune. You took everything the world threw at you and made it fit your mould.

You are missed every day. Your brother misses you terribly and is still trying to come to terms with you not being around. There is darkness where there once was the brightest light.

Always in my thoughts, forever in my heart

Love Mum ❤️

I’m so sorry for your loss. Many many hugs for you ❤️🌹
 
When I heard you died yesterday, it didn't surprise me. That's what 48 years of living that lifestyle results in. It isn't rocket science. I am sorry you never forgave me for cutting you out of my life. But I made the right choice for me. Although I always loved you, I also hated you. It angers me even now at your choices. After the coroner hauled your body away yesterday...your kids were left packing up the 43 guns and gigantic tubs of tens of thousands of rounds and all the Trump flags and White Nationalist bullshit. Now they know why you never had money to pay your child support or help your sister take care of your mentally retarded brother that only had love for you. I just don't get it. We came from the same family. Who needs $100k of guns to protect themselves? From what? Well today is my one day of grieving. Wondering what I could have done differently to help make a change in your life. What I hope...is you finally have peace and happiness that you kept pushing away in life. But dude...the truth is we lost you long ago...we will not grieve long.
 
Dear x,

You just can't let it go even for a moment. You live and breath your hated and superiority. You may think you are alone because you chose to live better, make better choices, but the truth is no one wants to be around a person like you for very long anyway.

Just keeping it real.
 
Dear Cheddar

I'm sick of the mess you made with your shredder.

So disappointing, I know that you can do better.

So stop with all the excuses and cheese

I don't want to hear any more of your pleas

Yes you, get off of your phone

You're not a child, you're grown

Take care of your issues

No more time for the tissues

Get.. your ..shit ...done

Then go have your fun

Signed

Your not so blind and stupid daddy ♥️
 
Dear Craig

It is a year since you were taken from us and the ache still lingers.

My thoughts of you flit from the two year old who would constantly sing Kylie Minogue’s I should be so lucky all day long (you only ever sang lucky lucky lucky), to the four year old who would keep taking the decorations off the Christmas tree and put them on his ears (giving me a big smirk every time), to the eight year old who would make me ride fairground rides with him just to hear me scream, to the ten year old gymnast who worked so hard to be perfect, to the teen who struggled with gender identity but was so confident in their own skin, to the adult who embraced life so fully and travelled and danced to their own tune. You took everything the world threw at you and made it fit your mould.

You are missed every day. Your brother misses you terribly and is still trying to come to terms with you not being around. There is darkness where there once was the brightest light.

Always in my thoughts, forever in my heart

Love Mum ❤️

Your strength is amazing. Rest in peace, Craig.
 
Dear Weatherman…

You said with absolute conviction and certainty that this afternoon would be ripe for the deliverance of rain.

You’re a fucking liar.

Rock on. 😉
 
Dear Anxiety, my old friend,

I acknowledge you there like a thoroughbred in my chest, a bringer of the stories of old.

I understand the stories you have come to share with me; all of the vague echoes of damages done before.

I say fuck them.

I am going anyway.

Sx
Go for it!
 
Dear S.G.,

You confuse me. What the hell? And I don’t even know how to address this with you because I’m too confused 😂 It’s really driving me nuts.

Signed,
🤪
 
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