"This is for you, my love, my darling. No one else knows my pain nor my suffering more clearly than you. Please, remember me when you read this, and promise me, that I'll see you soon. Promise me, that you'll say I love you once more, before God opens those doors upon my sleepy, dreamy eyes. Promise me, you'll be there when they lower me down. Promise me, that I'll see you soon on the other side where even those who have died fear to hide. Please, remember me, and remember well, because I'll be there watching and waiting for you on the other side.

I hope to see you, my love.

Love Always,

Erin

1 February"

This is what she left, that girl of Ireland who left that for the Scottish boy, Christian. That was my plan. . . I wanted that boy with my all my heart. I loved him more than my sister ever could. . . She only lusted for him! Yes, his beautiful eyes of hazel, and dark brown hair that gleamed within the sunlight. He was so very well mannered . . .it was hard to believe that he was a farm boy, with such devilish good looks and perfect manners! But, unfortunately my younger sister had to get in the way. . . She always got in the way! Mummy and Daddy always favored her more . . . always liked it when she sang . .They always liked her playing the piano . . . They always liked her better than me! Well, the tides have turned now, dear sweet, little sister. I will finally have Mummy's and Daddy's praise and I will have the man that you lusted for as my own, because you don't deserve any of it. . . You don't deserve this life, dear sister. . . You never deserved to live . . . and I will, personally, make sure of that . . . Be prepared, sister dear, for your worst nightmare is about to be reality. . .

13 February

Quinn Sweeney