From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
I still think of Suzanne and heaven. I don’t want to go to Heaven even if all the people who I know and love are supposed to be there. I want them to be here. I want to have them to tea with me and I want to tell them how I feel and that I miss them so and all the good times we had and how I liked them and knew they liked me. That is what I would like.