I do love hearing the birds outside in the morning. And the peepers last night were loud and clear. And the puppy dog in the back yard loved being petted last night. I'm about to go feed her and then go visit you Momma. Oh all seems right except the hole in the heart of this world and of your son which cries out that you are gone and all is wrong when you aren't here, Momma. Oh I miss you so. We all do. I'm fixing tea and I'll be right over to visit you though. Oh I love you and miss you. Oh Jesus take good care of my good Momma please.
Gratefully,
Charles Delacroix
Feast of St Barnabas
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