I had a dream...that my mom was waiting at a bus stop after I was shot by an unknown man (different culture), and although I did not feel pain at first, I felt a numbness that radiated through my whole left side, but when I came upon her, the pain was relevant and real...once she hugged me and told me that everything would be alright...I knew that it was time to accept that she was gone; but she still watches over me...I am starting this blog out in remembrance of her because she is the reason for my being...and my journey on from here...she was angelic and humble more than I can ever imagine, but I will take her characteristics with me along my journey...I will become a part of her personality...and even more...I will make her proud...forever more...to Sybil Louise who was known as "Angel"...this will always become a footprint from you...I love you Mom, and I will never forget you or your struggles, but I will make you proud according to your subcultural beliefs and practices...
Carolyn Billups
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