DEAR ROY

This is a letter written to my late second beloved husband. We would have been married for 30 years tomorrow if so many people would have not interferred in our lives and marriage.

Dear Roy:

 

Tomorrow we would have been celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary had everyone just stayed out of our marriage and let us live our lives and raised our daughter by ourselves. Oh no, my sister and the Commonwealth of Va Department of Social Services/CPS had to interfere in our lives.. 

 

We had to do this, and we had to do that we were treated like common criminals with no constitutional rights. Even the worse criminal gets those. Even when we did what we were asked they turned us into the worse villains.

 

 

All we asked was that we be allowed to raise Rebecca, who is now loss to be forever that way we saw fit. My sister Anna, did not help any. She had to be against us when we never did anything against her.  It wasn't so much about me. I was concerned it was more about Rebecca and you. She had no reason to hurt either of you.

 

 

Now you have been dead for three years, and I remember the last conversation we had over the phone, and you told me that you never stopped loving  me. I remember you telling me I was a good woman. No one is good except God Roy, and now you are with him.

 

 

I am trying to forgive my sister, but I can't do it.  She ruined our lives, our marriage, and happy home. Rebecca is a loss sheep, and she can't see that the only person that truly understands she is me.

I have now been married three times, and I loved only one out of three husbands, and those where you. I never loved Harold Covington, nor I did love my late husband,  Jerry Morris, who left and made me his widow. He divorced his other three wives, and I survived that terrible marriage.

 

 

When I was told Jerry died, I could not cry but when I heard that you passed away in November of 2008, I cried, and it broke my heart because my love for you is endless.

I remember when you asked me to remarry you. I did not know you had prostrate cancer, and I would have become your widow, and it would have been too much for me to take.

 

I love you Roy, please watch over our daughter Rebecca for me and guide her back to me. Make her understand that I am the only one that understands what she is going through and that the mental illness she is going through is not easy.

 

You know what I had to go through and still am going to this very day there is still alot of ignorance out there about mental illness and thereof. The Holden's her adoptive parent's had her believing that she is limited to what she can do when if she sets her mind to it she can do anything within reason.

 

One day we will all be together again, John, Frank, Rocky, Grandma and I.  We wait for that great day when the Lord returns, and he will raise the dead who believe in him  will be first and then the living with be raised second to meet him the sky. It will be a sweet reunion Roy, and I pray it comes soon.

 

Until my dearest love, rest in peace.

 

A grieving,

Lucie