Letting Go

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I sit down at the computer.
I open Word and start typing.

The words come freely,
easily, as if
my hands
have been waiting for the opportunity
to speak.

Dear Mom and Dad:

You know those nights, when you look up, and it's so clear
you feel like you can see every single star in the universe?
and there's always one star that shines the brightest. The star
we focus on when we say, "Star light, star bright..."

Jackson was that star in my world. He made my world brighter.
I miss him so much.

When I look out at the stars now, I wish with everything I have
that Jackson was still here. Every day, I've wished.

But today, I'm wondering something. What is Jackson's wish for me?

I think his wish for me is this:

Joy, not sorrow.

Laughter, not tears.

Life, not death.

Love, not blame.

I want to make his wishes come true.

Thank you for being the best parents a girl could ever have.

Love,
Ava.

I could leave it on the counter,
but something tells me
to make it official.

So I seal it in an envelope,
address it,
and find a stamp in the desk.

And then I walk outside
into the warm and inviting sunshine
and mail my letter.

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