Luci,                                                                                       Nov 13, 1981

It's been 40 years since I last saw your face, and I miss you. I cry on this day every year as it is the day I lost you to insanity, and I must say I'm sorry. you never deserved the way I treated you, and I feel so guilty. If I had just heard you out, taken the time to reach you, helped you, you might still be here with me and not with Dylan in the beyond, it's a shame, you never seemed to like him but I guess my heart burned with gold for him like yours burnt for me. There was a book that came out, fahrenheit 451, and I cried through the whole thing it reminded me so much of you. when the woman screamed that you couldn't take her books, her life, her love, when she decided to burn because she couldn't live without the thing she loved the most. She would rather die then be without her love, like you did. the first line was "it was a pleasure to burn" and every day I hope it was, for I can't imagine how it must have felt, surrounded by flames as they consume you like paper, heart broken and in pain. I think about it a lot, even now. I hope where ever you are you are way better there than here, I hope you found a girl there who cared for you, more than I ever could. and I hope once i'm gone you will be able to accept me, to love me again, to maybe mend the damage we've made.

I hope you can forgive me even after all this time,

Heaven