Sheena Drummond
Literature
MW 9:20-11:15AM
September 19, 2011
Dear Father,
I miss you dearly. You were my everything. You instilled everything that I know; morals, values, beliefs, etc. The Griersons’ are the only family that lives in the “Old South” and the townspeople often look at our family as a tradition; we stayed the same many decades.
Though you left me during my youth, you’ve had a major impact on my life. I am ashamed to say that you have held me back in every way possible. Our wealth, status and you not allowing me to date anyone or find love has caused me to be an extremely isolated individual. When you passed away, holding onto your body was the only sense of love I ever felt. You controlling my life turned me into a control freak. I feel you presence in the house, and even after your death…you are still alive in my eyes. When you passed away I denied your death for the first three days and was extremely reluctant to give up your body. Your controlling habits enabled me to become a necrophiliac. The townspeople came to take your body away, and the hurt never left my heart.
The house remained in the same condition since the family passed away; not a thing has changed. The house is filled with old memories of when I was happy and felt complete. People might say that the dust resembles the faded lives within the house, but in my heart I know your presence is still here with me.
You never allowed me to date father. I have found a man that I love, and will be with him forever; no matter what it takes. His name is Homer Baron and he is a man from the North. We have fallen in love, and though he is not the marriage type, we proceeded to get married. Your controlling ways rubbed off on me though father. I became extremely attached to him, with the lingering love that I showed to you while you were still alive. I have purchased a ring for him and a suit for us to get married in. Your controlling thoughts have filled my head and have become...