Got some answers.
Well, Rita got some answers. Maybe they called her back because she has a Bethel -- or 513 -- phone number. Maybe she just speaks more clearly than I do. You'd think cemetery people would be used to getting calls from people with difficulty speaking. But then again, maybe that's why they make people call back repeatedly until they can talk legibly. (I know that isn't the right word, but it's closer than audibly in meaning.)
So, now I have my answers.
I know what to do and have a better idea of how to do it. Only one thing holding me back. You know what that it -- same as always. But together we'll get it done. I mean with my sisters' help, and some other people. Maybe even lots of other people.
It's a load off my mind to get started on that. I'm afraid I'll be a little more lost once it's done. But then again, I'm not so sure I can BE any more lost.
It's so weird to come home still.
I guess it always will be.
Hope that's a little better after I get it together and can move somewhere, but it's been half my life that I haven't come home to you.
It's such an empty, meaningless change.
I miss you.
I want to talk to you.
I wish you were here to talk back. (But, with things being as they are, I'd prefer that you don't. That would be creepy. Besides, I want you to be at peace and unworried. And loved, but I know you are that, even if it's on this side of life.)
Well, Rita got some answers. Maybe they called her back because she has a Bethel -- or 513 -- phone number. Maybe she just speaks more clearly than I do. You'd think cemetery people would be used to getting calls from people with difficulty speaking. But then again, maybe that's why they make people call back repeatedly until they can talk legibly. (I know that isn't the right word, but it's closer than audibly in meaning.)
So, now I have my answers.
I know what to do and have a better idea of how to do it. Only one thing holding me back. You know what that it -- same as always. But together we'll get it done. I mean with my sisters' help, and some other people. Maybe even lots of other people.
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| This is in Winchester, not Bethel where you will be. |
It's so weird to come home still.
I guess it always will be.
Hope that's a little better after I get it together and can move somewhere, but it's been half my life that I haven't come home to you.
It's such an empty, meaningless change.
I miss you.
I want to talk to you.
I wish you were here to talk back. (But, with things being as they are, I'd prefer that you don't. That would be creepy. Besides, I want you to be at peace and unworried. And loved, but I know you are that, even if it's on this side of life.)
I may have been calling a different place than you did, too. Maybe, I don't know.
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