Happy Mother’s Day, Mama!
Oh, Pretty Girl. Let’s see, it’s been a little over 9 months since you left this life. Wow. Time…I tell ya…
Daddy’s more gray than ever. Seems like the moment you passed, his hair just went stark white. I’m sure it’s because of the stress of watching that diva little sister of mine become more of a young lady, lol! She celebrated her 18th birthday and prom with grace, Mama, you would’ve loved it. She maintained the “tradition” of wearing a mermaid-style dress that I inspired, but she didn’t wear red like you and I did. *Shrugs* It’s okay…she’s not as fly as us. Oh, and Wynston is being the lovable cocker spaniel that he always is. Can you believe he’s 3 years old now? We all think he misses you most.
I’m fine. No, really. I remember the last time we spoke, and how I told you that I had reached a new level of peace of mind, and everything was going to be okay, and I wasn’t scared about decisions I might have to make. I’m still fine. Marriage is still daily adventure (I just don’t see why anyone would want to do it more than once, JESUS!) but we’re approaching the 2-year mark. We’re approaching your 1-year mark, too.
Look, this isn’t a sob letter or anything—you know we don’t do that—but I just wanted to say that all the things you told me, you were more right than wrong. (I can’t give you 100% credit, there’s gotta be an ounce of defiance in there somewhere, lady!) And, memories of your humor and silly sayings pop into my mind at the most random times. I know you’re resting now. Compared to months before, you’re at peace now.
I love you. “We’ll talk soon, bye-bye.”