May 31, 2016
I've got so much more to say. But in the interest of preserving what should be said face to face, I'll hold on to them until I see you again. Is it a weakness, Ma? Choosing to believe there is enough time? Or is it a version of being strong, trusting that the distance and sadness will someday be reversed? I wish when I'm 70 and look back, I'd know I loved you enough and that I didn't waste time. I wish you know by now, inspite of all the bad, I think this is good, what we have now.