Thank you

For raising me. For raising my mother. For raising my nephews and their mom

For teaching me about a good pepper bread. For teaching me about a good spaghetti omelet

For sitting and talking to me when I didn’t know I wanted to

For showing me that faith still exists in a faithless world

For singing me songs and telling me stories while I try to fall asleep

For telling people I’m good. For meaning it.

For making “bookie” my fake job title

For being just like me. For being just like them.

For loving me unconditionally.

I miss you already