8th Grade

An old friend of mine Charity, contacted me through IG and sent me this picture of us in Mrs. Sherri Wilbur’s class. I was so happy to hear from her because we lost contact with each other when I moved to Arizona. She was always super sweet and soft spoken and I was a bit shy but also awkwardly funny. We became fast friends.

We started catching up on each others lives and I mentioned that I would like to get in touch with Mrs. Wilbur. She was the first and only teacher that I ever liked or cared for. She really took the time to make sure that I was getting the attention that I needed in class, she was so genuine. I wanted to thank her. I wanted her to know that she really made a difference in an area of my life that was really difficult for me.

I found out, sadly she passed away from cancer earlier this year. It really hurt me to get that news. I cried over it because I had thought about her many times over the years but never reached out and now I would never have the chance to. Charity told me that she attended her funeral and many of her other students were there. I found her obituary online and wrote her a letter, I at least wanted her family to know what she had done for me.

On the right of me is Charity and to the left of me are Marcus (my boyfriend at the time) and Jose.

Tell Mama

This reminds me of my Momma, she has a beautiful voice. she would sing me to sleep every night, It’s a gift that I have carried on for my son and a memory that I will always cherish.

These images haunted my dreams as a child.

	 Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark was one of my favorite books as a child. My sisters and I would sit in a candle lit room and each take turns reading the stories to each other. We would end up huddled in bed by the end of the night. I always made sure I was in the middle (just incase).   I think I’m going to buy it 🙂 

Release Me

I spoke to my Father for the first time in almost twelve years today.

I’ve thought about what I was going to say to him a million times over. I even replayed it in my head right before I picked up the phone, but all I could do when I heard his voice was break down and sob.

I wanted to be angry at him, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but I just couldn’t. I wanted to ask him all the questions I had been carrying around with me all this time, but before I could get anything that made sense to come out of my mouth, my father spoke the words that I have been aching for since I was a little girl.

“Mandy, from the depths of my heart and soul I am so sorry for all of my mistakes, I am sorry for your childhood and for the burdens I placed on you at such a young age. I am sorry for not protecting you like I should have.”

“My mistakes are my own and I don’t want you to carry them around anymore. I love you, I have always loved you and I always will. You are such a strong beautiful person. I’am proud and honored to call you my Daughter.”

Our conversation didn’t last more then ten minutes but those few minutes were so precious to me. For the first time in my life I truly felt like I could breath in and let go of my past.

I have prayed about this for so long and I thought I wasn’t being heard. Everything is truly in gods time not our own.