April 7, 2011
0600
CC: I saw you
at the Fish Fry. You were smiling. I fell.
I want to talk
to you about life. It isn’t what you think.
I never did
it. I was a virgin. I missed NOTHING. I am happy so much.
I miss my
family though. Can you comfort them? I can’t. I keep trying and it won’t work.
I saw you and thought I’d ask. It is you who goes to St. (name of church)’s
C: Yes. You
are young. Young deaths are hard on parents and friends.
Be as near as
you can. Do not walk away. Keep trying. They will figure it out. Play songs for
them. Hide pennies so they find them. Knock on the walls—make noise.
It is as their much
fate as yours for them to go through this. I will comfort. I will pray.
CC: That boy (points to my son asleep in
his room). I like him. He is special. Take good care of him. Don’t let him fall
to death like me (Get him a car that works).
I am safe for
it. Always let him be the driver when you have the chance. Big truck. F-150.
Very safe for him. And no sex in the back seat. No girl would go for it in the
front or back (winks, gives an okay sign).
Now get to
work.
Thank you for
comforting me.
Cameron Cooke.
