A YEAR OLD LETTER
Written at 11:42 a.m. on 2004-08-16
SEPTEMBER 2003 SOMETHING I WROTE WHEN I WAS FEELING LOW,BUT ALSO HAPPY IT WAS MY SCOOBY'S FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL(K)
I FIND AS THE YEARS GO BY,AND AT MY AGE I HAVE OVER COME SO MUCH.I OFTEN LOOK BACK ON SOME OF THE ROUGH DAYS AND CAN NOT BELIEVE I MADE IT THIS FAR.I HOPE THAT ONE DAY THE STORYS OF MY LIFE ARE ABLE TO HELP OTHER WHO ARE GOING THROUGH THE SAME THINGS,OR HAVE ALREADY BEEN THERE.I RELIZE NOW THAT THE THINGS I WISH FOR IN LIFE MAY NOT COME IN THE ORDER THAT I WISHED,BUT THEY WILL COME.
I THANK MY PARENTS EVERYDAY FOR THE WOMEN THAT I AM TODAY,I THANK MY FATHER FOR GIVING ME THE KNOWLEDGE TO KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG,AND MY MOTHER FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE,AND NEVER LETTING ME FALL.BUT THE IMPORTANT PART IS I LOVE THEM THE SAME FOR WHAT THEY GAVE ME(TOUGH LOVE)AND ALWAYS BELIEVING IN ME.
I HOPE AS A SINGLE MOTHER,I CAN BE HALF OF MY DAD,AND MY MOM AND PASS IT ON TO MY LITTLE GIRL.I KNOW WHERE I HAVE BEEN SO FAR IN LIFE,I ALSO KNOW THERE IS A LIFETIME OF MYSTERY AHEAD. LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS GOING TO BE EASY,AND I AM SURE THERE ARE MANY ROUGH ROADS TO COME.
AS THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY COMES CLOSER, I MISS HER MORE AND MORE EACH DAY. I KNOW SHE IS WITH ME EVERY STEP OF THE WAY AND ALTHOUGH I CAN NOT SEE HER OR HEAR HER,I STILL FEEL HER NEXT TO ME AND,A HALF A STEP BEHIND.I WISH SHE COULD HOLD ME ONE MORE TIME AND TELL ME IT WILL ALL BE OK,AND I AM RIGHT NEXT TO YOU,AND YOU ARE DOING A GREAT JOB.
I CAN NOT WAIT TO DANCE THE DANCE ONE MORE TIME WITH YOU,YOU ARE STILL MY BEST FRIEND AND THE BEST DANCE PARTNER I WILL EVER HAVE.AS I DANCE WITH SCOOBY IN THE LIVINGROOM, I CAN CLOSE MY EYES AND THERE YOU ARE,DANCING RIGHT NEXT TO US.I SEE YOU IN SCOOBYS EYES AND I HEAR YOU IN HER LAUGH. MOM I KNOW YOU WALKED WITH HER AND HELD HER HAND TODAY.YOU ARE ALWAYS ON OUR MINDS,AND STILL SHARE A LOT OF LAUGHS OF THE SILLY MEMORIES YOU LEFT BEHIND.YOUR BEAUTIFUL SMILE STILL SHOWES ON YOUR SISTERS(aunt paula) FACE WHEN WE SHARE MEMORIES OF YOU.I LOVE YOU ALWAYS MOM,HELP KEEP ME STRONG.
