August 27, 2012
Morgan, my sweet girl, I am not loving the mall just now; see, its “back to school” time at the mall. Remember “back to school”, back before you were dead?
It is a time of new beginnings, and hope, and a passel of jitters thrown in besides. Back to school shopping for the perfect binder; reams of papers, fistfuls of sharpies and pens. You loved to put your binder together and make a plan to attack the new academic year. Remember the flurry of heavy telephone conferences to discuss and debate with all your friends “What to wear the first day? Is it ok to pack your lunch or does that look nerdy? Maybe it is better to buy from the cafeteria? Did you get the “good” math teacher? Where in heck are all the different classrooms?”
Lockers – that was a big stressor when you entered middle school. Could you manage to work the combination lock? We even went covertly to the school building a couple of days before class started (very nerdy) with WD-40 to grease up the lock. We practiced and practiced your combination until the lock sprang open in your palm effortlessly.
Morgan, you were always both anxious and thrilled to start classes again in the fall. You loved all the possibilities and promise of a new beginning that back to school implied. Tragically, all over for us now, no promise, no hope, no beginning, just your end. That’s why I have to stay away from the mall for a bit.
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