Giannulas Chronicals,

A Memorial For Susan Poseluzney, forevermore.

The passing of Susan Mary - Crooks - Ruff - Poseluzney has affected communities far and wide and has shaken spirits across the board, life is but a mirage, to some, and most, may our memories live forever more.

With composure I state, I lost my faith. In her final moments though she was with the one thing that meant most to her, her daughter; her first true love, pride and joy, her legacy. I'll be honest i listened to leave out all the rest by Lincoln park on repeat until picking out songs that could put my thoughts into the utmost prominence but I could not find anything close to the weight these words will produce, and so we begin. A memorial for my grandmother,

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Through every major question left unknown, I've been harnessed in regret, regret for the unknown, the questions I never asked and I have been an endless search for the meaning of life, since my fluorescence had begun.

It just so happens the questions I have will remain unanswered, and only in your memorial. My soul has been in a Triage of torment, my equilibrium consumed, since February 18th 2023. although we did not know each other's favourite songs, I listen to music that brings me closer to you.

I pray for The stars to remain aligned so that this message is brought to thee, with my assimilated penance that I repent; your mind body and soul have been delivered safe and secure.

I had known in my gut multiple times, I apologize for never having the chance to see you in your moments of need, as you sat by my bedside in mine, I could chalk it up, but in the end everything means nothing, but the memories we have left behind, and I apologize again I don't test fate the promises I made will remain, from my baptism to the hospital room, to my first birthday, Easter and Christmas, we may not have known each others favourite songs but the impact you made upon a young spirit was prosperous,

You are and will be forever the utmost beloved.

May our memories remain forevermore,

From the moment my knees first hit the floor, all the way back to my baptism if not in your time, in mine, I know I will be okay again, when I know you are.

Whoever, wherever, however, whatever, whenever, I hope your communication remains forevermore, my soul, where was once loss has returned, a phoenix a risen as I can only dream of achieving in the physical,

if my messages not received. The date is June 11, 2023 it has been officially three months since you're passing three weeks; At 11:00 pm, I have felt melancholy in ways words could not reiterate,

to infinity and beyond, forevermore.

If not in the physical in the spiritual, forevermore.

fly freely my guardian angel, the plague that tormented you in the physical no longer lays dormant in your spiritual. Do what will thee, fly free.

Your pain is never more,

Thee echoes of your soul, like a kittens purr detriments my physical realm, I am sorry, if not for me, for you to read, full circle.

I'd like now to say a short prayer, as your eternal and external bliss brings me to cataclysmic equations.

Give rest, O God, to Your servant, and place her in Paradise where the choirs of the Saints and the righteous, O Lord, will shine as the stars of heaven. To Your departed servant give rest, O Lord, overlooking all his offences. Glory to the father the son and Holy Spirit, now and forever, to the ages of ages, amen. Evermore.

Giannula