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| To Our Precious Grandson: Zoltan 'Zeus' Darling: I am writing to you know, because nobody could tamper with your mail, and your answering machine. When my mail came back, and my messages were not returned, I felt it, something is wrong. I knew you better than anyone: you would have returned my phone call. I even tried your father : I left messages there. My Darling: You died, in the early hours of September 28th, 2001, and I know that with your last breath, you were thinking about your Moritz Grandparents, and your Mother. I know it darling, because 6:00a.m. in the morning, I was crying for no reason, except I said to Papa - "I Miss You, and I Love You So Much". My Darling: Your 'so-called' girlfriend - Jennifer - and the rest of your 'friends' who used you, because you provided them food and shelter, they are hiding, and can't face-up to the truth. They are gutless, same as the people on Pembroke and Shelton Street. They had to hear the shots, it was '25' Bullets, none of them - willing to come forward, and the people who killed you - killed us too. I am not scared to say - "They are only brave behind the gun, they are yellow-bellied cowards, who doesn't worth to live on this earth". Darling: I am not a religious person, I believe in my own god, and I pray to him, that this animals - should be caught and punished! Your 'so-called father' - I'm putting his picture here, so the whole world can see it, when he stole you, through Sarnia, with his 'so-called friends', and make you live illegally, at U.S.A., the same way as he does - close to 13 years. And then he abandoned you, because his young girlfriend and newborn daughter - didn't wanted you in their house. Only 'he' could answer - 'what was his fatherly obligation.' Your Mother and your Moritz Grandparents - left with a broken heart, and the memories. Your first pair of shoes, your G.I. Joes's, suitcase full of Lego's, the pictures and movies, which we will keep, and treasure, the rest of our lives. We treasure it, with the last clothes you were wearing, the blood-covered track pants, underwear, and tank top, what the Emergency People cut off. It was soaked with your blood, we washed it, with your Mother, and I sewed it, back together, almost perfectly, as you had it on, that fateful night. On the white tank top - the bloodstains are in, and we leave it like that. The 2 earrings - which was covered with blood - we washed it, and your Mother and I wear it. You are with us, every single day. we will never forget you, you were always precious to us, Papa miss you very much, and we Miss You. We Love You - Forever. Moritz Mama. January, 2002 |
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