in remembrance of sarah wright…

today i found out my godmother passed away. the last time i saw her she didn’t even know who i was. her immediate family had thrown a huge birthday party in her honor and there was no recognition from her when i saw her face. if i thought i was sad then, i’m even sadder now. she was a co-worker to my mother, who, my mom being motherless, was taken under her wing. when i was born, she became my godmother and like all godmothers, spoiled me rotten. in particular, her favorite holiday being halloween, she would send me treats and goodies under the guise of “the great pumpkin” and so it stuck much to her delight. i can still see the huge smile she’d get on her face when we’d appear on her doorstep and i’m ashamed to remember myself during the awkward stages of my adolescence, quiet and sullen. of course like the selfish young, i saw less of her as i got older leaving it to my mother to fill me in on the bits and pieces. until that day last year when a feeling came over me so strong that i knew i needed to see her before it was too late. little did i know that even though she was still alive, it already was. i cried that day on the way home from her party but it’s nothing compared to how i’m crying now. if you love someone, don’t wait to tell them and tell them often!