A blurry year has passed and not one second has gone by where I don’t think of you or hear your voice in my heart. Marley sings to me about “redemption” and it brings me back to us jamming’ in Jamaica. Zach Bryan hits the harmonica just like you did back in 88 and we definitely will be enjoying “the pink skies” and sharing some Caesars and tears at camp this summer. You would tell us to “get over it” and to “get a move on”. Grace Potter sings to me about the stars and it makes me wonder where you are, but all I can do is light a fire with the love you left behind which is terrifying, because I have so much left in my heart, a wildfire undoubtedly will start. I imagine your trip to heaven like a magic carpet ride, peaceful and easy feelings, humming to your favourite Pink Floyd tune, you know the one with the beautiful backup female vocals that you loved so much. I think God heard you coming. I have so many songs to add to your book. I will keep sharing your stories, keep spreading your love and I will keep making the cabbage rolls. Di Bozhe Daddy! One day, we will meet again and we will walk in fields if gold.
Forever in my heart,
Missy
