January 5, 2016
Dear G- I love you!
I can’t believe that a new year has sprung; you are now 81.
Sometimes I wonder about you–about the world that you knew back in 1940, ’41, and ’42.
Why and when did you cry?
When did you feel and know you were alive?
When did the terror come and how did you find solace in its wake?
G–for those moments of joy (your namesake), and for those of deep suffering…
My thoughts and prayers are with that you of old;
that younger self who never could have known the places you have been.
And I want you to know that I cry with you
and I laugh with you
And I want that you of young and the you of older now—I want you both to know
you are loved
you are held
you are missed
you are gift and treasure
You deserve only kindness and goodness.
And I- I will fight for her and for you and for a world where all little girls and old women
and honored … and loved
And I- I love you
your girl- sara