This will be my last letter.
There's not much left to say. God has spoke to my heart, and it's time to leave the past behind and look to the future. You are no longer that little girl that you once were, and those memories will fade in time.
I am finished, except for the memoir that I plan on having published.
The girl Athena is gone. The adult Athena has taken her place, and she's not very nice.
I'm sure you don't care, and will probably make fun of these letters. That's what you do. It's okay though. I will be at peace. Will you?
Burying the past. Moving on.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Not much happening here. Fall is back, and of course Gracie likes her regular trips to the tennis courts to run. You remember when you and your dad would take her down to the tennis courts together? You loved doing that. We go to a different one now though, since we moved.
Memory of the day:
Remember when we all went to Indiana, and to Lake Michigan? I think it was your second time there, Lindsey's first. I remember how you loved to play in the water. Remember the piece of wood that your dad laminated and put pictures on for you? Do you still have it? He was always thinking about you.
Remember the 'care packages' he used to send you with all of your favorite things in? You're mom told your dad they were silly and that he shouldn't waste his time or money... that you just shoved the stuff under your bed. He tried, you have to give him credit for that. At least you know it all came from his heart....
|your dad, you and lindsey at lake michigan|