Thursday, April 28, 2011

I thought water wasn’t supposed to burn.

 

Tomorrow marks 9 years since I last saw you….9 years since I last had the chance to say anything directly to you. I wish things between us hadn’t ended on such a sad, such a bad, such a sour note. You were my super hero, the untouchable, unstoppable being from another planet in the guise of a 5’2’’ 120 lb., human. You showed me love unconditionally, you showered me with love even during my rebellious stage. I remember your constant practical jokes (as corny as many of them seemed to my teenage self), your sing songy voice where you held onto the last possible syllable of each spoken word. I miss the way you when you were mad that your favorite phrase suddenly became “Negro, please”.  You loved me when I wasn’t loving myself. You were the first one I knew how to love.

I miss you, Anita.

I love you ma.

Always,

your son,

Robert

R.I.P Anita S. Mabry (8/23/1949 – 4/29/2002)

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