Chapter Eight: Buffy

[b]Dear Lukie,

It's Mommy. I'm writing this to explain something to you to the best of my ability.

Last night there was a horrible accident.

When Daddy was getting into his car after the party, her was trying to unlock the door to the car, but he was having a tough time with it because his arms were full.

Just as he was getting the door unlocked, a drunk driver came flying out of nowhere and hit him. He's not okay, Lukie.

Last night, Daddy died.

I want you to know that, no matter what, I still love you and Daddy very much.

I've had to take the phone off the hook because reporters keep calling. Daddy was so famous, you know. He made a lot of people very happy, especially me.

I feel lost, Lukie. I don't know what I'm going to do. It's as if I don't have purpose anymore. Like my life doesn't have meaning.

I wish I could say that I'm doing well and I'll be alright. But I'm sure I won't. I can never be alright. Not ever again.

I loved your daddy more than life itself.

Lukie, honey, Daddy's arms were full because he was carrying you.

You died last night.

My little baby .

And now you're gone.

You and Daddy.

I don't think I can live anymore. Everything in the world I ever wanted has been viciously ripped from my grasp by some asshole who had too much to drink.

And now I'll never get to watch you grow up.

Daddy and I will never get to embarrass you at your graduation.

Tell me what to do, Lukie.

Just tell me what to do.

~Love Forever
Mommy