“Today there's no one here, so I find a rock and open my notebook filled with letters to Lucca, reading them, noticing how the letters decreased in frequency over the past couple of months. When i started, shortly after he died, I wrote them every day. I hurt so bad, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't, so my words on the page became a diary of the pain.” DiaryLuccaLisa SchroederBrookylenChasing Brooklyn Book:Chasing Brooklyn Source: Chasing Brooklyn