I Am Me: When being someone else becomes too much

April 27, 2007

Dear God,

I have a message for my mother.

Can you tell her I love her?

Could you tell her I miss her?

Would you let her know we're fine?

Tell her Daddy doesn't cry so much anymore

Tell her we're almost all moved into our new house,

Tell her many people miss her.

I had never seen Grandpa cry.

I'll never forget her lying on the floor as she died.

Tell her the funeral was tough,

Tell her her family was here.

Tell her I'm sorry I teased her about not reaching her 50th year.

My birthday party was fun,

Though there was one thing it lacked,

And hanging over Christmas was a shadow that was black.

These four months and six days have gone,

Running by in a flash,

But sometimes it seems like forever

As time creeps slowly past.

Tell her my guilt is gone,

Tell her I know it was wrong.

Tell her I'm sorry for the things that I've done,

The heartache I put her through,

If she were still here today, much of it I wouldn't do.

Tell her I'll see her someday,

Tell her I know that she's proud,

And tell her again that I love her,

And I know that from the clouds

She's watching me.

Amen.