I fucking hate the man who owns the guitar I saw in her living room...

Sometimes, I think you are the lucky one. This world is disgusting. Its is filled with savage men and women. I think that it might be a good idea if we were wiped from the face of this earth, again. Save the animals, THEY are worth it. Why are people so callous and cruel to beings so innocent, trusting, and mild. I HATE this world, and all the deviants that inhabit it. Save the few. Frankie, I miss you.....I cannot wait to be together, again. -Mom

Not feeling well. Can't seem to shake this respiratory/head thing...I miss you. I want you to make me laugh, and call me a wuss. I want to hear your voice again.....

So, Ilana is starting to move on in her life. It was a blow to your Pops and me....It was like being punched in the stomach. The myriad of emotions swept over me like a wave. My God, I felt like you died all over again. You see, it only seems like yesterday, so when she told us this...I was angry. I was actually angry, like she is cheating on you! I know you are dead....God, just typing those words....but she is serious, after two years. I guess life does go on. I just feel like my boy is being left on the roadside. I worry that your boy will be calling someone else Daddy. That he should be riding on your shoulders, not someone elses......Frankie....I know....I know.....but, its breaking my heart.

I dont know what to do with all of this. Its so hard. Its more complicated as time goes by. I cry for the loss of you, I cry for the loss of your memory as people move on. I will never forget you. Even saying that is bizarre. You feel like you are still here, why should I be saying I will never forget you? How absurd! That's like saying I i might forget to breathe....Impossible, when you are like my arms, my legs,...my heart.....

I know you are somewhere. You are glorious wherever you are. My small mind can't grasp where you are, where I hope you are. Please meet me at the golden place when I die. I long for the day when we three will be one energy again...and then when your son gets old, he will come and see you again....

I sound insane,
I feel insane.
I am insane...
Insane with this profound sorrow.

Don't leave without us, my handsome son.
I love you, Frankie Boy.