Part 23.
I wrote this letter (the attachment at the bottom) to Hazel Ezell in 2013. It was posted on Facebook. I published it online via my website and some other platforms. This was written after I’d found out that Hazel and I had been in the same room/house location on different occasions. I didn’t know that, but Hazel did. Hazel would hide or “disappear” to avoid me seeing her. That is what the family that lived in the place told me when all this came to light.
This letter was given to Hazel. The fact that it was given to Hazel allowed me to begin a real healing process/journey. I wanted this letter to be that process, but I had more work to do, more things to face.
I wrote Hazel many other letters. I sent Hazel messages and I passed information to individuals to get to Hazel. I wanted to see her, meet with her. I had an employee at the Carl Budding factory she worked at try to facilitate a meeting. She was a regular at Smitty’s. I had someone go up there once to talk to her. Because Hazel avoided me. The family, her family, protected her. Even knowing what she’d done. So no one there ever helped or tried to help me have that meeting.
I didn’t want to have everyone involved either. Because I don’t like mess. I don’t like gossip. I don’t like drama. This story was that for a lot of people. It was a sensational story, but it was a messy story. And by the time I’d written this letter, I’d already dealt with so much mess from this. And all that mess had done was mess me up. Psychologically, spiritually, emotionally, and physically. This affected my health. I had a heart attack 6 months prior to writing this letter. A heart attack brought on by significant stress.
The stress of knowing what I knew. The stress of knowing that Hazel knew what I knew. The stress of having the police, and many people, know all of this as well. But nothing being done about it.
Nothing.
Hazel is dead now.
©️2023 Cornelious “See” Flowers
