The campus is muted and still except for the rustling trees against the crisp lavender sky mixed with the echos of my clicking heels on the pavement. and the distant bellows from a soccer game near the library. It’s Christmas time Mama. and it’s during these times I miss your smile and your laugh the most, I’m so afraid I’ll forget. Do you have facebook in heaven, Mama? Well, I I know I can talk to you in lots of ways. I’ll play for you and write you letters and burn them and send them to where you are. I’ll keep you close to my heart because the traces of you remind me you are not dead, just somewhere else now, somewhere better. Merry Christmas Mama, I love you.

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