When I think of You

September 14, 2008
This entry is for Mama.
Mama if you were still here, I would want to tell you a few things.
One of them is that you were right. I survived Hurricane Hanna. I’m safe and all right.
I also wanted to tell you that I met an old blind lady a few days ago, named Eleanor. She’s very nice to me and she’s making me feel happy again. I like her a lot.
And Mama. I wanted to tell you that I’m not alone anymore. I guess you were right about that too. You promised me that I would be all right and I am.
Mama I wanted to tell you one more thing. When I think of you, I think of that night when you promised me I would be okay. When I think of you, I think of how we collected seashells together on the beach. When I think of you, I think of kindness. When I think of you, I think of Eleanor because I know you sent her to me, to help me.
I love you and miss you Mama. I wish you were here to hold me again.