Writer's Block: Down to the Letter

[Error: unknown template qotd] Dear Granny,

I think I never truly appreciated you. I was only young when you died, so maybe I didn't feel I had to. I'm not sure I even knew what appreciation was. I still don't think I do.

We used to have such fun together - painting, or cutting and sticking (something I still like to do today incidentally), or talking. You'd encourage me to cut out as much as I liked, or to collect buttons and stamps, or to talk, but only if I wanted to.

Every now and then you'd give me a cuddle, and I knew that I loved you. When I watched wanted to watch Fantasia, but didn't want to watch the scary dinosaur bit, you'd wind it forward for me: "Wind it to the pony bit, Jim." We'd go to the park, or stay inside.

I'd stay over and have porridge for breakfast. I'd ask about the faces hanging on the walls and play with toys whose original owners had long forgotten about them. I'd have a bath, and you'd always get out those fun-shaped sponges for me to play with; a green teddy bear, a pink teddy bear, and a yellow duck.

I think you might have been the only person who ever understood me. Maybe you'll be the only person to ever understand me. Such pure acceptance. I miss that a lot.

I think you'd be the one to send me something for no reason, or because it reminded you of me; you'd be the one checking that I'm eating ok, and not saying "you've got chubby!"; you'd be the one I couldn't wait to see.

If you were alive today I don't think I'd have any trouble with where my home is.

I miss you.

Love from me xxxx



Dear Bezzie,

WTF are you doing? Are you trying to ignore me? It hurts. You didn't contact me for five effing weeks. What's up with that? I think you know it wouldn't be the same thing the other way round.

Sometimes I hate you.

no love,

Your "best friend",
L