Received: from rmx11.iname.net (rmx11.iname.net [165.251.12.115]) by discover-net.net (8.9.1/8.9.1) with ESMTP id WAA15569 for ; Sun, 9 May 1999 22:09:00 -0500 (CDT) Received: from smv10.globecomm.net by rmx11.iname.net (8.9.1a/8.8.0) with SMTP id XAA09541 ; Sun, 9 May 1999 23:03:29 -0400 (EDT) Received: from anon.lcs.mit.edu (anon.lcs.mit.edu [18.26.0.254]) by smv10.globecomm.net (8.9.1a/8.9.1SMVSNAP) with SMTP id XAA12993 for ; Sun, 9 May 1999 23:07:09 -0400 (EDT) Date: 10 May 1999 03:07:08 -0000 Message-ID: <19990510030708.11584.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Ramsey To: cheesy21@email.com Subject: Patti, My Friend X-UIDL: a4eb4f418a1185284f7ffb57b64a6a48 MIME-Version: 1.0 My Dearest Patti, I looked at your board. It was interesting. I thank you for your posts. I can see, you spend a lot of time defending me. One of the responders to my post (which I might add, looked nice) stated that she believes me, Patricia. I think, if she saw some of my correspondences with one of my last friends, she would probably be convinced; God forbid. He was so hateful to me. He stopped writing to me. I think I will send one of his meanest letters to you. I want you to see how much people hate me. You know what? I've become numb to it all. He used to call me terrible names. I remember telling him things about myself; sensitive things. I was hoping to make him see that I was a real person. He insisted I was a terrible person. He also insisted that I was Patricia, hence, he addressed all his letters: "Dear Patricia". He also insisted that I wrote the ransom letter. Patti, I did not write that ransom letter; however, I assure you that it was merely a diversionary tactic. I also saw some of your posts, when you were at your wits end with me. More than anything, you have been defensive of me with your friends; taking my part. Thank you, Patti. I loved JonBenet. I think of her everyday. I go to her; now in her grave. Oh yes, she has risen and is an angel with Beth, but I feel her everloving presence at her grave. Did I tell you that I feel her spririt has followed me from her grave? It lasts for a few days. She does things to let me know she is close. If only I could have comforted her in her final hour. Then, there are those who firmly believe that I was there with her. Oh God, if only I could turn back time; my baby would be with me now. Write to me here?