A little heavenly hello... Andre is in 6th grade I think, and he and Christiana used to be friends. He's the sweetest little kid. This is a message my mom got from him today:
"Um, Mrs. Powery? Hi this is Andre and I was just saying that when I was playing baseball I heard Christiana and when I was batting she said 'hi' and she said 'try' and I tried and I missed both of them but when I was in the dugout she said, um... she said, um... she said... sorry... she said... oh yeah... she said, um, 'say hi to everyone' and at the end of the game she said 'family' and I just wanted you to know that she wanted to say 'hi' to you and I'm so happy I heard it and, um, yeah and my mom said she would email you. Okay, um, so love you guys. Bye."
Sometimes it still seems to hit fresh, like I had forgotten that she died or like I had forgotten the pain or how long ago it was so how recent it was or how my life used to be. Then it hits me again. It's comforting, incredibly and abundantly comforting, to know that she is with the angels, but I never stop wondering what life would be like if she were still here.
(4/3/08)
A slew of poems and thoughts written about Christiana or other important events in my life.
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