Letter Meme Day 11 - A Deceased Person You Wish You Could Talk To
Dear Mom,
I can’t write this. I can’t say how much it hurts that you’re gone, that I’m running on my own. I’ve gone through so many foster homes, so many “moms” but they’re not you, they were never you. I wish you were here, so bad. Everything’s about family and togetherness this time of year and I’ve got nothing.
I live out of hotels, I work in bars and everything I own fits in a messenger bag. I’ve got less now than I had when you were alive. I don’t take dance classes anymore. I don’t really do anything but wander around the states just surviving, running. I’m doing everything you never wanted for me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
I’m so sorry.
- Dani
I can’t write this. I can’t say how much it hurts that you’re gone, that I’m running on my own. I’ve gone through so many foster homes, so many “moms” but they’re not you, they were never you. I wish you were here, so bad. Everything’s about family and togetherness this time of year and I’ve got nothing.
I live out of hotels, I work in bars and everything I own fits in a messenger bag. I’ve got less now than I had when you were alive. I don’t take dance classes anymore. I don’t really do anything but wander around the states just surviving, running. I’m doing everything you never wanted for me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
I’m so sorry.
- Dani