There are so many pictures that documented your life, this one will always have its own special place.
We had just left church, the afternoon sun greeted our faces, and you and your brothers were off to the races. You guys were so young then it feels like I’m dreaming, looking at this photo it’s hard to not start screaming. But this was a happy day I hold on to that feeling the best that I can, I hold onto them dearly until we meet again. I grabbed you up spun you around, and scooped you up off the ground. I held you high up in the sky, told you baby girl let me teach you to fly.
Your smile was big so very bright, the light you gave off shatters the night. Mom was worried, grandmother too, I assured them I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You were invincible in my eyes my superhero, did you have a weakness negative zero. The definition of a hero is ‘someone who is idealized for their courage and admired for their virtues’, I’m pretty sure the dictionary definition is solely about you. Now I will only speak for myself and not for everyone else out there, but I’m sure they’d agree and the stories they’d share.
My hero fought so many battles with grace all while having a smile on her face. She always made sure that I was ok, daddy I love you more than million apple pies she would always say. We always talked about the things that we had done, there was never a moment we didn’t have fun. We can fly no matter what was in our path, we always found time to have a good laugh. When they said we couldn’t we somehow always proved them wrong, always running and playing while singing our songs.
Writing these takes a lot outta me, but I open this door to allow you to see. The holes in my wings won’t allow me to fly, but I refuse to lay down and die. It’s sometimes difficult to understand, why this happened and why she’s not holding my hand. I lost my daughter, my hero, my best friend all at one time, I imagine you can understand that sometimes I’m not fine.
In her memory I’ll share our story with all of you, hoping it helps the difficulties you’re going through. The people that helped me get through are still here for me, the folks I work with have become family. My brothers, my friends. my love and more, helped me so many times pick myself up off the floor.
My baby girl flying high for all the world to see brings some peace to these memories. One day I’ll fly high and we’ll be together, for now, I’ll keep writing in this book made of leather.
Trust me when I tell you things will be ok if you learn to fly and take it day by day.
