Leesburg Chapter
July/August 2010
Dear Kayleigh,
Hey sweetie, how are you? It’s been almost a year since you were taken from us. It’s funny, it still doesn’t even seem like you’re gone. I keep expecting to hear your voice on my cell phone, see you drive up the driveway with Gracie hanging out the window. You’d come running up to me while I am mowing the lawn, ask me what’s up. I’d stop for a minute, just to get one of those hugs….a kiss on my head. How I miss those. Every night when I eventually fall asleep, I pray that you will come to me in my dreams, let me know you’re ok. Do you hear me talking to you, asking you to watch over your sisters and friends? They all miss you so much. I still see a lot of them, get random messages, phone calls and texts. Even after a year. You meant so much to all of them, and they are all struggling. Trying to come to terms with this tremendous loss.
I know you’re upset about Polo, I’m devastated. It was one of the hardest things I had to do since your death. He means so much to me. I had to do it for his own good. He’s doing fine, I only hope he continues on this path.
I’m donating your truck to Kars4Kids. I know you’d want that. I’ve gone through all of your stuff…you have at least 2 drawers full. I can’t bring myself to throw anything away. I keep the containers you had, just keep refilling them. I sometimes open the drawers and go through them, reliving what happened just so maybe I can get it through my head that you’re really not coming back. The pain is so strong. I went by the Smith’s house today, still find it very difficult. I cried on my way out, as usual. I know your spirit is no longer there, but I can feel it all around us.
We won’t be here for the anniversary; we felt it would be better if we all got away. I’m sure everyone will understand. I dread this day, remembering the series of phone calls from Pop, Sam and Pat. I remember going to the Smith’s house, trying to do whatever we could to find you. Little did we know you were already gone. Those 4 days were one continuous nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. I knew when I woke up that Saturday that they would find you. I told your sisters and Jeff…today is the day. What would I have done if Pi hadn’t gone back to that house? Would I have ever found you? I just couldn’t go on not knowing where you were.
Kayleigh….you know my thoughts, my dreams, my nightmares, my life. I know one day we’ll be together again and I look forward to that day. Until then, I will continue to talk to you in the hopes you are listening. I will continue to miss you every day. They tell me eventually things will get a little easier, I hope that day comes soon for all of us.
Love always, Mom (Debbie Plamondon Leesburg TCF)
Summerwind
The one who owns this summer is not here,
not here to know the tender summer wind,
not here to share the glowing and the song.
The one who owns this summer did not live,
not live to touch the richness of this day,
this day in summer when you are alone.
Weep to the summer wind, weep and love again
the one you remember.
-Sascha Wagner
Dear Compassionate Friends,
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Hoping you have a peaceful summer.
-Bev Elero
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