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Was it real? I can never tell. All of a sudden it's up in the air. Everything comes back. Wasn't it last year? Last spring even, and now it's here. What do I do? I don't know. I guess I talk. It's there, but I'm too tired. Maybe tomorrow.
--Dearest Jason, my sweet boy. My only thoughts are with you now. When I see you again we'll be in the largest green meadow under the brightest blue sky. Endless laughing and joy as only we can appreciate. I've loved you very much and can only hope that my being gone will not destroy you as I know it will. I'm sorry. But know that through all of my years that I spent here, you were my only, greatest joy in this life of pain. I love you now and always. Love, Mom.--
Part of my play. I'm trying to write again. Right now just called, The Funeral.
--Dearest Jason, my sweet boy. My only thoughts are with you now. When I see you again we'll be in the largest green meadow under the brightest blue sky. Endless laughing and joy as only we can appreciate. I've loved you very much and can only hope that my being gone will not destroy you as I know it will. I'm sorry. But know that through all of my years that I spent here, you were my only, greatest joy in this life of pain. I love you now and always. Love, Mom.--
Part of my play. I'm trying to write again. Right now just called, The Funeral.