To Whom it May Concern:

Because you were, I am... Because I am, you will forever be...

Grass blades leap up from Georgia's red earth and multiply themselves below butterflies...

Rainy dew drops massage the panes of my windows while I sit looking at God move...

My feet are worn mama, because I still love to walk on gravel, wood, bricks... The sensation reminds me that I am indeed alive...

It is in these times, all the time... When my life is flipping beyond itself, hurdling that I'm not so sure I'm ready for the present, the future... wavering on a pendulum...

That I think about my life with and in your absence...

In your absence...

You and that indeliable way you smiled... Your tenacity...

I always admired the fact that people loved conversing with you...

Caught up in your words , your expressions, how you so fully gave of yourself...

You just made people happy... and I admired that quality about you...

For I rarely think I possess it...

Madre... I think of you, and time moves...

The stars change, and winds blow themselves into new seasons, and unknown places...

I graduate again on Monday, and I will keep my pledge to you...

Death alone is the only thing that could stop me...

I pray you be there...