For most of us, it was just another horrible headline. But for Deborah Spungen, the mother of Nancy, who was stabbed to death at the Chelsea Hotel, it was both . Below is a transcript of two letters sent from Sid to Deborah Spungen a fortnight following Nancy’s murder. They first appeared in her book, ‘And I Don’t Wan’t to. If you believe Deborah Spungen’s memoir (the Spungen family declined to be interviewed for this article), Nancy devoted her life to pissing people off. Born in.

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Letters to Deborah Spungen. Below is a transcript of two letters sent from Sid to Deborah Spungen a fortnight following Nancy’s murder. The second letter arrived three days after the first.

Dear Debbie, thank you for phoning me the other night. It was so comforting to hear your voice. You are the only person who really understands how much Nancy and I love each other. Every day without Nancy gets worse and worse. I just hope that when I die I go the same place as her.

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Otherwise I will never find peace. Frank said in the paper slungen Nancy was born in pain and lived in pain all her life. When Spujgen first met her, and for about six months after that, I spent practically the whole time in tears. Her pain was just too much to bear. Because, you see, I felt Nancy’s pain as though it were my own, worse even. But she said that I must be strong for her or otherwise she would have to leave me.

So I became strong for her, and she began to stop having asthma attacks and seemed to be going through a lot less pain. I realized that she had never known love and was desperately searching for someone to love her. It was the only thing she really needed. I gave her the love that she needed so badly and it comforts me to know that I made her very happy during the time we were together, where she had only known unhappiness before.

Oh Debbie, I love debrah with such passion. Every day is agony without her. I know now that it is possible to die from a broken heart. Because when you love someone as much as we love each other, they become fundamental to your existence. So I will die soon, even if I don’t kill myself. I guess you could say that I’m pining for her. I could live ceborah food or water longer than I’m going to survive with out Nancy.


Thank you so much for understanding us, Debbie. It means so much to me, and I know it spngen alot to Nancy. She really loves you, and so do I. How did she know when she was debirah to die? I always prayed that she was wrong, but deep inside I knew she was right.

Nancy was a very special person, ddborah beautiful for this world. I feel so privileged to have loved her, and been loved by her. Oh Debbie, it was such a beautiful love. I can’t go on without it. When we first met, we knew we were made for each other, and fell in love with each other immediately.

We were totally inseparable and were never apart. We had certain telepathic abilities, too. I remember about nine months after we met, I left Nancy for awhile. After a couple of weeks of being apart, Spujgen had a strange feeling that Nancy was dying.

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I went straight to the place she was staying and when I saw her, I knew it was true. I took her home with me and nursed her back to health, but I knew that if I hadn’t bothered she would have died.

Nancy was just a poor baby, desperate for love. It made me so happy to give her love, and believe me, no man ever loved a woman with such burning passion as I love Nancy. I never even looked at others. No one was as beautiful as my Nancy. Enclosed is a poem I wrote for her. It kind of sums up how much I love her. If possible, I would love to see you before I die. You are the only one who understood. Thank you, Debbie, for understanding that I have to die. Everyone else just thinks I am being weak.

All I can say is that they never loved anyone as passionately as I love Nancy. I always felt unworthy to be loved by someone so beautiful as her. Everything we did was beautiful. At the climax of our lovemaking, I just used to break down and cry. It was so beautiful it was almost unbearable. It makes me mad when people say “you must have really loved her.

At least when I die, we will be together again. I feel like a lost child, so alone.

The nights are the worst. I used to hold Nancy close to me all night so that she wouldn’t have nightmares and I just can’t sleep without my beautiful baby in my arms. So warm and gentle and vulnerable. No spunge should expect me to live without her.

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She was a part of me. Debbie, please come and see me. You are the only person who knows what I am going through.

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If you don’t want to, could you please phone me again, and write. Debodah joy to hold you in my arms And kiss away your tears. But now you’re gone there’s only pain And nothing I can do. And I don’t want to live this life If I can’t live for you. To my beautiful baby girl. Our love will never die. Dear Debbie, I’m dying. Slowly, and in great pain. My baby is gone, without her I have no will to live.

I love her so desperately. I know I can never make it without her.

Nancy became my whole life. She was spungfn only thing that mattered to me. I’m glad I could make her happy. I gave her everything she ever debprah, just for the asking. When we only had enough money for one of us to get straight, I always gave it to Nancy. It was less painful to be sick myself than it was to see her sick. When you love someone that much you cannot lose them and still be able to go on. I know that if I lived to be a thousand years old I would never spjngen anyone like Nancy.

No one can ever take her place. I love Nancy and Nancy only. I will spyngen love her. Even after I am dead. I have only eaten a few mouthfuls of food since she died.

I may die of starvation in this place. I just hope it comes soon, so that I can be with Nancy again. Spungrn always knew that we would go to the same place when we died. We so much wanted to die together in each other’s arms. I cry every time I think about that. I promised my baby that I would kill myself if anything ever happened to her, and she promised me the same. This is my final commitment to the one I love.

It was far more than just love. To me she was a goddess.