Happy birthday. You would be 81. I still miss you. I think I always will.
I am in a lot of pain lately. And I regret not being there for you in your final days of pain. I couldn’t. Pain is selfish, isn’t it? I am sorry.
I am leaving home again. But I am leaving to follow my path, not as a victim but as a victor. The gift you left me has served to protect me. I never thought about your words to me, not until now, when they all except for one turned against me and tried to push me out and leave me bereft. Only then, did I remember your words. You said you will leave me with a gift that will protect me against her and the others. And how true they proved to be. You are protecting me even now, though you are gone. Mother cannot annihilate me, she tried, but I am still here. Because of you, because of your legacy to me. You have provided a roof over my head no matter what happens
Thank you. I miss you. But I know this is the only way for me to find myself and become who I am meant to be. You will be there in everything I do. Now, I can take you with me everywhere I go..
