This is a note to my daughter Bernice and my grandchildren Arthur, Zorra, Rashad, London, Leronze, Joseph and the other grandkids.
Bernice: I love you and Arthur with all my heart. Nobody can take your place. I’ll never be perfect. I cry to have you back in my life. Please read this. My heart has a hole in it for you and Arthur.
You must be in real trouble, let’s put what happened behind us – please.
Also, I was right about the pain in my hand. My doctor sent me to a bone specialist and they cut my hand open. The stitches came out Monday. I had to wear my hand in a sling for two weeks, now I just have to keep it wrapped up. The say I can take a shower, but no baths for two weeks.
My friend kept encouraging me to spend the $60.00 to come to your graduation, but I couldn’t. That was half my money. I lost my address book too, so I did not know where to go. I’ve found it now, and tried to call you, but you didn’t answer.
I am lost, please help me find my way.
