dear mom.

i know that you always wanted me to write. you said it was my calling. you said it was my gift. i said there are so many others who are much better at it than i am.

you said it didn’t matter. you said that no one else can tell my story for me. it had to be me. so here i am. telling my story one piece at a time. to anyone who would take the time to listen.

I miss you, mom.

Love always,
“Pookie”


***These letters make more sense if you start from the beginning… or at least as far back as I’ve been able to share for now, so I’ve added a list of the posts in order for convenience. Over time, I will be filling in more of the gaps as I’m able to find and organize the pieces.
Thank you for your patience with me.***