My beautiful father, my beautiful mother, Brian and Jacqueline, my darling parents, my panic attacks subdue this, but when they’re there I need you the most in the world, and when you read this I want it to be the most peaceful you have ever felt in your life. When your time comes call on the Sun or me and I will come and get you, or ask to go wherever Lucifer is, or Nan and Grandad Wheatley. (Not Manning) the name is ours not theirs, but they were married into it. I just want peace, and my parents were my peace. You ease a centre of my heart that reaches deep below into depths I’ve never seen before. The trenches. I needed my parents, my lovely, wholesome, beautiful, stubborn but kind and generous parents, it’s not all good, and not all bad, if you’re reading this you’ll be hurt and upset. I’m so sorry. I’m on the other side sorting stuff out. Everyday is a day I want to forget. Without you will be a deathening pain for me but please live on without me, and then call on our family when you pass on so you can be with us in our other universe. I beg you, talk to the birds and listen, when you pass on, and you will be guided to us, or call on the Sun. You were the best parents I could have had. Thank you for your time and energy and effort into my wellness and your unconditional love and care. It’s not unnoticed.
To Lucifer, my darling boy I cannot wait to see you in my arms. I cannot bare it now.
Jessica Rosa Wheatley Manning 