Hi sweetie. It’s been over 42 years since you crossed over with Malcolm, and although we’ve never lost touch with each other – thank you so much for that! – I have finally reached the point where I’m willing to express my love and my grief so that everyone will know how much you have meant to me.
I was always so proud to have you as my wife, and so proud of the growth you made as a woman throughout those years. Much more growth than me! You were a wonderful mother, and I know how much it hurt you when you were away from Malcolm, even as you loved and supported me. I was a very lucky man.
You and Malcolm will always be deep in my heart, where people love their most true. I love you.
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Hi, my precious little man. It’s been 42 years since I’ve been able to share my love for you here. It occurred to me that I have words of memorial for others whom I cared about, but not in the same way I’ve always cared about you. So here goes:
There are no words to describe how much I love you. Any parent knows what I’m feeling. I have always held you in the deepest part of my heart, where you will always be safe, and protected. I love you. Forever.
(Jonestown survivor Tim Carter is a regular contributor to this website. His previous stories may be found here.)