Open Letter To Mom - 16 Years Ago

Hi Mom!

Can you believe it's been 16 years since you've been away? Actually you were sleeping when this day happen so I guess I was doing most of the talking . Imagine that, ha ha!

I realize my past couple of open letters to you were not so positive. That said, in the years you've been gone I've learned that an unfiltered in genuine communication with everyone is a less stressful way of life. It’s not exactly honesty is the best policy type of vain but at least I’m getting in the ballpark.

And for the most part it is got me out of trouble!

I have decided that lake is one of those choose-your-own-adventure books that you and I would read together. Except the comparison stops for life once the choices made there’s no flipping back to the page to reread the other path.

Each life choice I have made was based on the promise I made you on this day oh-so-long-ago. I'll do my utmost to be accepted into heaven and to do enough good work that you and I can see each other again.

I admit that some days are harder than others.

One of my more recent life choices is to become an entertainer. For many years now I feel that I’ve been drifting through life not necessarily clueless but with no direction in driving toward the ultimate goal.

I feel that this particular goal to become an entertainer has been a paradigm shift in my entire thinking! I almost feel as if I have a new lease on life. Wish me luck in my future endeavors!

Oh by the way Dad and Charrina are just fine, we’re all as crazy as ever. We are all trying to make a concert in effort to make Christmas a little bit more of a celebration in December.

After a decade and a half, we still suck at it. At least we try! Oh, and your Papa Claus and Mama Claus are intact despite their role in our Harlem Shake video. I’ll explain that one later. Much later…

Love you,

Your beloved son, ‘los

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