Chelsea Cramer
in honor of Doris.
Momma, remember when we used to talk and share stories? I miss that, but I can still feel you with me. I'm working on trying to get your house. And when I do, I'll try and somehow have your belongings brought to me so I can learn more about you. If you can hear me, as I write this and sound every word out in my head to you - please will you help me find ways to gather everything you owned so that we may have everything you worked so hard for in your life, as part of us in some way or another, please? Your beautiful even though I don't know what you even look like, yet. Your heart was so special, and kind. I miss you Momma. Your a blessing to us. Your story and spirit lives on forever. Thank you Momma for loving me.
