It has been a year since Rosemary disappeared. No new developments. No changes. Just a year of no Rosemary.
I wish I were more optimistic about what had happened. I wish that I could believe that she escaped a life of unhappiness and abuse and found a new one that gave her hope and an optomistic future. I want to believe it.
I've never worked that way. Realism. Pessimism. The now and never the future. Those work in my head. I hate them. They give rise to such horrible sadness and gloom...and lately, apathy.
For her mother and father. For Bonnie and her nephews. For all of her family. Even for me. I wish there was a resolution to this. I wish that it's all been a bad dream and Rosemary is home with a big smile on her face, just enjoying the day.
I miss you, dear one. I wish I could hug you and know you. I am angry at the world and God for taking you away from everyone that loves you. For taking you away from me. I can only hope that there is a real, altruistic God and that you are very much safe and happy no matter where you are.
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