A Letter to My 18-Year-Old Self (Part II)

Dear Mathieu, You are nobody’s little boy anymore. This is the only thought you have at this moment as you stand over your Diddy’s lifeless body.  Your aunt holds him tight, tears streaming from her brown eyes.  You know that whatever soul inhabited his body for 81+ years is no longer present.  While you wouldn’t…

Two tears in a bucket…

Today is different.  Tomorrow will be great.  And last night, well, last night I had a “come to Jesus” with myself. I’m over this.  I am so over this emotional roller coaster over someone who, quite frankly, doesn’t deserve my love.  I realized so much after I finished typing my post last night.  I said…

Already gone.

One of my most meaningful possessions is a notebook my mother wrote for me in the early 90’s.  In it, page after page, she expresses her story in the hopes that as I grow up, I will be able to have more understanding and acceptance of what has happened in life.  Each entry, she reminds…