Last journal entry
“I sit here, hours before my death. How fitting it should be at midnight. For as dramatic as Michael calls me, he does tend to wax poetic and favors irony. Either that, or he honors me in my death. Either I am amused or humbled, either way, I am in a good mindset for what must happen, and where I must go.”
“I write now for posterity that I am afraid. I will not show it. I never show it. Dignity and propriety until the end. I may not have been born a Lady, but my Grandfather made me one, and I will not dishonor him at the end. But I am afraid. I don’t want to go to hell, though there is no doubt that is where I am going. “
“Please, God, give my childer, my lovers, my allies, my own that I have claimed strength to do what is good and right. Please let them understand our Purpose in this existence. Please let them touch each other, because in this existence, there is nothing else but the relationships we make.”
“Amen.”
--- from the diary of Molly Laroche Savatius, April 12, 2010
“I write now for posterity that I am afraid. I will not show it. I never show it. Dignity and propriety until the end. I may not have been born a Lady, but my Grandfather made me one, and I will not dishonor him at the end. But I am afraid. I don’t want to go to hell, though there is no doubt that is where I am going. “
“Please, God, give my childer, my lovers, my allies, my own that I have claimed strength to do what is good and right. Please let them understand our Purpose in this existence. Please let them touch each other, because in this existence, there is nothing else but the relationships we make.”
“Amen.”
--- from the diary of Molly Laroche Savatius, April 12, 2010