"Riding along the ocean reminds me of you. The wind in my hair, the salty air up my nose, and the sand between my toes. A full moon hanging, casting moonbeams on the waves eternally crashing upon the acient shoreline of my heart. Stars are twinkling like diamonds, and I revert to a favorite childhood time-passer, watching for the stars to fall. I can tell it will not be long now. I will fly away. I will touch the sky and make it rain down rainbows on you just to make you smile so you will remember I care."
My mother, Debra Anne Wilkerson, wrote this & the last sentence brings me much comfort.
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