by Happily Homeless is Moonstruck
I thought maybe it would be a good time to start writing you again here on this blog. After our most recent conversation of 2 minutes ago, I realized that our shared mom/daughter letters here will be great for you to refer back to after I die. Don’t you think so?
It’s funny, looking back at our letters we kept to each other starting back in 2012, going into 2013, and how so much is the same, but everything is different, all at the same time.
Our mom/daughter relationship has deepened to that of, yeah, still mom and daughter, but also sister women. Our 6 months on the road did that, and that was a gift to both of us, I think.
We’re different, separately and together in ways that are both measureable and unmeasurable. Dad died shortly after our last letter to one another, and writing to each other fell off our radar. He died, and I changed and you changed. Our worlds changed, never to be the same again.
You have been a source of strength and comfort and acceptance and love for me in these 4 years of wandering. Dad would be so proud of you; I know you know that. He always was, but if he were able to see you now…how you’ve just fucking been there for me…god, Rachael-Grace, he would just hug you and hug you and his heart would be filled with so much love for you that it would just spill over.
I’ve loved going back and reading what we wrote 4 years ago. Our own time capsule, really. And we are awfully funny, don’t you think?
Anywho, write me back when you get a chance. I’ll be waiting to read a cleverly written, expertly crafted, note.