Bullet, Bruno, Bryan lil bebbes two where destroyed and one died in love and grace.
Bullet you dashed as a dog was running towards you and in few moments you were destroyed broken and killed you were my second death, the first death was my goldfish and it was the same. People have said there is a different between lives, I feel no different your deaths hurt me as much as my beloved grandfather.
The abuses and screams the harms and the horror what a nightmare.
I knew I had to study and couldn't still I study. I made a choice to live, I made this choice every fight every terror.
I was so harmed I have bleed all over those that have loved me.
I have been hard to love.
It has been hard to love myself.
Still in hope I fight for the better day and I don't always win and even broken I get up bleeding.
I won't give up until my life is taken from me or I die in two days or ten thousand years, I will keep taking ground until I die and I will not die willingly until I have that ten thousandth year when I get to see a sun die.
And when I see that beauty I will walk into that good death.
Until that day for you Anthony I live even though you died too of a brain tumor at seven.
It's taboo to talk about you and I didn't know, but I won't stop talking about you friend or great grandma.
I love you too Uncle Chuck and Aunt Helen.
I won't ever stop talking about uncomfortable taboo things if it means I have to stop talking about lives I have loved.
Too the first garden I planted with my grandma, I love you too.
A life of love is a good one.