My Nana Franklin (Dads mom) Fell in love during her graduating year of high school. She kept a diary that year, and wrote constantly about Richard Franklin. She fell in love with a man who never called when he said he would and did not treat her with the respect she deserved. She was young and naive and made excuse after excuse for my grandfather. She was truly head over heels in love. She ended up pregnant towards the end of the year with my dad Curtis. My mom is pretty sure she got pregnant on purpose so he would have to marry him, I'm not so sure myself. She stopped writing in her diary. Many years later she had become incredibly miserable because the man she fell in love with was not the man she made him out to be. He left her for another woman long after their two sons had moved out. She threatened to kill herself, and she wasn't joking. He called police and sent them over to her house, by then she had already swallowed the bottle of pills. They knocked on her door and she answered and she seemed perfectly fine. She convinced them that nothing was going on and that she was fine, so they left. The crazy thing is that if they had stepped two feet into the house they would have seen letters scattered everywhere. She had written a personal letter to all of her closest family members and friends. The two policemen could have easily saved her life if they had been more thorough in their check up. I hadn't even been conceived yet when my grandma took her own life. There is a gaping hole in my family where she should be and her act has affected my life in so many ways. Suicide doesn't just affect the peoples lives around you, it affects your families lives for generations. I have recently been reading her diary... It is truly amazing. She loved him so much. I don't know if I should feel sorry for her because she one hundred percent chose the life she had but in some ways I think she experienced something so precious and rare. True Love. Call me crazy, but I don't think my grandma was crazy or out of her mind at all. I think that it is so rare to feel that much love and passion for someone. But what I wonder is, is that what true love is? One hundred percent pure unconditional love. She took her own life because she couldn't live without him, is that what true love is? I will tell my grandmas story to my kids and hope they will tell their kids. I want to help my mom publish her book about my grandma, because it is a story I really believe should be told and heard. <3 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">a little like her, and I'm proud to share her middle name.
~Forever Remembered Loretta Faye Franklin
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