Family
Words Unsaid
No one ever prepares you for the loss of someone so sigificant at a young age. No one expects you to lose a parent at a young age, so why would you need to prepare? But the one thing I wish I would've known is how you felt leaving this earth at 40-years-old. Leaving your family, and friends, behind. Never being able to watch the rest of your grandchildren be born, grow-up, etc.
By Devon Renee4 years ago in Confessions
The Mother I Use to Know
There was a time when I thought you were perfect. And not in that superficial, I-love-you-so-you’re-perfect way. I really did think you were perfect. Anytime I didn’t know the answer, you had it. If I didn’t know how to do something, you did. You were everything to me, but I never could have imagined who you would become. You were my perfect example of who I wanted to be when I grew up. But now I’m grown, and that woman I used to admire no longer exists.
By Rebecca Jones4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear mom, My confession is that I will never hate you. I want to. I think it would be easier to hate you for all you have done and said to me and around me. But I can't. I don't know that I love you or miss you anymore, I just know that hating you is something I can never do. But I can thank you for letting me go and letting me down.
By Sara Caramella4 years ago in Confessions
Dearest; Joan Lilly New-belt
Dearest Joan Lilly New-belt; Good day, Mrs New-belt you will not know me. I am struggling with my wording, feeling some insecurities atm (at the moment). I am sure, I will try to do my best. Hoping, that within what I state that you can acknowledge this letter. In return of you being intrigued enough to want to get to know me.
By Barbara Reno4 years ago in Confessions
The $5 Shoes
Dear Mom, I know how much you look forward to receiving letters in the mail, but that's not the only reason I'm writing to you today. See, Mom, I think it's time to let you know who I really am. I'm not your good little girl anymore, Mom, and now it's time to come clean.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter Not Delivered
May 5th, 2022 A letter not delivered. Dear Momther, That was the name I always called you when I was in a particularly good mood. It was also the name of your contact in my phone. You would laugh and ask me where it came from or how I came up with it, but the truth is, I didn’t know. It was just one of those silly words I’d come up with sometimes. Just a combination of “mom” and “mother. But it was always an indication that times were good when I used it. I wonder if you noticed that I had stopped using it after a while.
By Karlie Steadman 4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Grandma
Dear Grandma, I know I was never able to tell you these things when I was younger. Now I’ll never have the chance. In my heart there is a spot that no one can fill. You raised me with kindness and love. You were always there to help me day in and day out. Born Nineteen Twenty Three and Seventy Four years old when I came into this world. It surprises me. The world we live in is a far to evil place. We are constantly surrounded by suffering. You could have easily chosen to live alone and live the rest of your life in peace withou having to raise another child but instead you chose love. You chose to teach me morals and values. You chose to be a family. There’s will never be enough gratitude in the world for me to able to give to you for what you have done in my life. Your words and teachings carry on with me everyday of my life. It’s absolutely astounding to me. Without you I don’t know how far I’d be able to make it or how far I’d be willing to go. You helped light a fire under me and taught me that it’s okay to not have tons of friends. It’s okay for people to not like you as long as you like yourself and I love being me. With all my flaws and imperfections you would think I probably hate myself like most of the world does but you helped create an honest young man who is ready to stand up to whatever challenge he may face. You fill my life with courage and grace. Without you there wouldn’t be the Joseph that I look into the mirror and see everyday. I don’t know how I would of been able to get through this life without the knowledge and lessons you were able to teach me. Seventeen years is not nearly long enough time to have spent with you. During that time you were able to do so much for me. You took me to every last one of my baseball games and each and every practice. That’s not including all the other sports and events that went along with them. You were my rock through the hurricane. I remember my mom coming over and telling me that one day I’m going to live with her. She would always tell me that when she would come to visit. I liked my mom but I wasn’t absolutely fond of her. I remember sitting in the front seat while she was taking us to park or something like that and she was smoking a cigarette. Such a foul smell. No one else in my family around me smoked at the time and it was terrible. I never wanted to live with her. I never wanted to know what it was like to be away from the one person who truly loved me. Especially to go live with someone I barely know and can already sense a feeling of immaturity from. There was a song on the radio that I was singing. I had no clue what it meant but she had yelled at me for singing it saying it was a nasty song. It really made me take a step back. I was confused. I didn’t understand why I was being yelled at over music. Come to find out later on in life that the song was speaking about something a little inappropriate and that most music nowadays is. But there are ways to tell your children a song is inappropriate with out snapping at them. Especially when they don’t even know what it is yet and obviously don’t fully understand the concepts of what is being said. I can’t imagine having to actually live with my mother during my childhood. I have two brothers and one sister. Isaiah, Gavin, and Eliana. Isaiah is my full brother. We have the same dad and we’re born 4 years apart although my parents never were married and were off and on during the time. Eliana came another four years after Isaiah but she has a different father I don’t know his name. Then came Gavin 5 years later whos fathers name is dornell. None of them play sports. None of them know how to play an instrument. They never were able to receive from my mom what I received from my grandma. They never got to go to practice with all their friends. they never got the feeling of being a part of something greater. Apart of a team. I think it’s a huge dynamic of our lives. Every where you go in life people work together as teams and to not have that in your life at a young age makes it difficult in the adult world to be apart of the workforce because most jobs usually have their employees work as a team. My grandma was the most influential player on my team. Their is nothing not valuable to the lesson of self love that I learned from her. It hurts me to know that my siblings had to grow up with out the same influences I had as a young child. It makes me value and cherish things that much more. I wish I was able to tell her how much it had affected me in the life that I live now. All I want to do now is pass on the knowledge and love my grandmother gave to me. Every last teaching and saying. I remember her telling me if someone doesn’t like you and they make fun of you and say you’re not a human being tell them thank you god bless you and have a nice day. To turn the other cheek. Not all actions need a reaction. I wish I was able to tell her that she is the reason why I believe so much in myself. Why I have so much faith. The reason I will never give up. I love you grandma may your soul rest with the angels in heaving forever. In loving memory to francisca. 1923-2020
By Joseph and Cheyann Vasquez4 years ago in Confessions
