You think that I don't love you and that I
do not care. But if there was no you, my
troubles I could not bare. Every day I worry
about you passing away and how strange
my life would be without you and
I go crazy.
I know this poem won't change a damn thing,
but I just had to let you know each and
every day my love for you grows. Sometimes
we fight and scream and yell and tell each other to go to hell.
My one wish is to go through one day without any hurt or pain.
The only thing is to say I am sorry, but that doesn't help.
I love you Mom.
Kelly - November 17, 1982
Converted to HTML by Renette Davis with permission from the author's mother, Jean Miller. Kelly was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease at age 16.
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Last updated: Dec. 7, 2010