Saturday, April 11, 2015

The Letter



During my daily walk, an unusually high wind gust picked up a piece of crumpled paper and gently placed it at my feet. I picked it up and read:

"Dear son: As the care of you has become too burdensome for my drug-addicted mind and body to bear, I have chosen to leave you with your Mi-Ma.  I know she will take good care of you.  Will you ever forgive me for being so weak?  Your life will be better off without me.  You are now the five-year-old, “man of the house.”  Take good care of your grandmother, she is frail.  Love, Mom.”

I have often wondered what happened to this poor little boy and his grandmother.  If only I knew more…At this point, I kneeled to pray on the sidewalk.  I am so grateful for my family.

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