Day 622

Dearest Hannah,

It’s been 43 days since I’ve seen or talked to you.

I miss you. I don’t sleep well, I don’t eat much, I cry at the drop of a hat. I’m truly thinking that I’m completely depressed. This is not like me at all. I’m not playing into victim mode, because I don’t think of myself that way at all. I just plain miss you. I have some friends that have encouraged me to fight back and to fight for you. Unfortunately, my fight has to be in the shadows because I am just your aunt. Your Granny is thinking about things she can do to fight to see you. It isn’t right what’s going on and it is absolute torture for us.

I’ve pretty much told everyone in my life what happened - including my bosses. Ed, our CEO, and I were talking about this museum project the other day and he said,
“You’re obsessed with this project aren’t you?” not being mean, just kinda teasing me.
”Absolutely” I said. “It is the one part of my legacy that, well after I’m gone, Hannah will still have.”

There are three reasons I care so deeply about this project, and having something to leave for you from me is #1. I’m not leaving it for your parents -I’m leaving whatever part I have of it for you to be taken care of.

I have to tell you that an enormous meeting is on the horizon for us - I have a very important call I’m going to make tomorrow. This is the kind of call that could literally change our lives. Fingers crossed and prayers sent. I have a team of angels working on my side, that’s for sure.

Speaking of my team of angels, they surround you every day and watch over you. The beautiful thing about having gifts like mine is that I can still psychically see you even if I can’t physically see you.

It’s been 9 days since I asked your mother if we could see you. No reply. It isn’t my character she’s demonstrating. It speaks volumes about hers and your father’s.

No matter what you’re told, or led to believe, we all love you. I love you. That is a fact now, and will be forever.