Dear Jessica --
Thinking of you, as I always do, when I drive over the bridge where you jumped. I can vividly remember that February morning and it makes me sad to think of you lying in your icy grave.
I often wonder why you did it: what made you become so desolate that the only way out was to end it all?
I can understand what it is like to be drowning in darkness -- no light visible -- no hope. All the bright colors in the world never managing to seep to the inside to displace all the black...
I hope it is eternally Springtime for you now --
Lizzy
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