December 17th, 1944

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Dear Bucky,

Eliza committed suicide right before I received your last letter. I found her in her running car. The funeral is tomorrow.

I wish you could be here. I need you even more than I have before. Daniel is very torn up about it. I still don't know if he fully understands.

I don't know how to handle everything. It is so overwhelming. My parents are coming to town, Allan's parents are coming, and I might have to stop working to take care of Daniel.

I can't continue this letter any longer. I have not stopped crying since she died. Just pray for strength as the days go by.

Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

I love you, Bucky.


~Love, Rebecca Wood

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