Last night I had a fuzzy memory evolve into a lucid memory from my past. To a dark time which, I believe, was the cause of my former depression. I remember Fruitvale elementary. The intense bullying, emptiness, feelings of inadequacy...then, I remember my family with me during such a hard time: Katie Kerper, your guidance and humour kept me, somewhat, sane. Beth Stringfield, we were in the same grade. Ha! How I never thanked you for acting as a type of liaison for me to have some type of friends. You kept me safe. Ashley Smith, you were so young. In its own way, playing barbies with you brought me more joy than youll ever know. Im glad youre my cousin. Dylan Smith, our late night talks and your innocent, no nonsense logic shielded me from the day-to-day ridicule. Youll never know how blessed I am to declaim our sibling relation. Cameron Smith, you were more paternal to me than even my own father. You were so concerned for me, while expressing a hard, militant exterior. Dorri Roush Smith, I remember thinking you were so exotic. You had an air about you I tried to mimic and create. And, my mommy, Cindy Smith, you were all of these people wrapped into one person. I needed you and you never failed me. If you all hadnt been those people at that time, I wouldnt be who I am today. A vivid, vibrant, smart, loyal, creative, funny, quirky entity with a pet spoon, dog and cat and the most wonderful collection of friends. Thank you isnt enough but, its all Ive got. I love you.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 17:44:57 +0000
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