I remember you.
but I also hope that
you will remember me too.
You're out there
somewhere
smiling,
crying,
having the time of your life.
Please don't forget me.
That's all I ask of you.
I don't want every kind word
to be meaningless,
to not matter in the end.
I love you.
Family doesn't break.
No matter what.
You are blood to me,
the blood of the covenant
transcends all bonds.
No matter where you go,
my heart will be with you
and I hope you will carry my spirit
whenever you struggle and toil in this life.
May we meet again.
Note:
This was inspired by my niece and nephew (one of them) getting adopted. It's one of those "good for them, bad for me" type of situations. I don't know exactly what will happen and that scares me. I don't know if I and the rest of the family will be able to contact them before 18. It's frustrating and to be honest, a little demoralizing.
Due to my grief, I'm writing this book a little out of order. It's a way for me to cope with my situation. For me to move on and forward.
This piece is a way for me to tell myself what my intuition is whispering to me. But I know that in the end, it will be alright. It may take some time, but I WILL see her and her brother again.
I am sad, however. The grief is indescribable. They were my family and I love them very much. And thinking of having my own kids...it scares me now. Because I wonder if I will make the same mistakes their mother did. You know?
I know I won't but it's still there...rattling around in the back of my mind.
