Young African American girl in a pink dress with a bow in her hair. She’s all dressed up and very proud her her outfit.
She takes my hand and is looking up at me and smiling. She’s leading me with purpose. She knows the way. We are at the zoo watching the sea lions and eating popcorn.
Then we’re hiking, but it’s not a hard hike. She’s skipping along and singing to herself. She finds some sort of bug and is showing it to you. She’s collecting rocks from the trail to the pond at the end of the trail.
I feel like she drowned in this life. She wasn’t scared. Her grandma was there with her and they were playing — distracting her from what was happening to her body. There was no pain and no fear.
Grandma is here now, too. She is gentle and smiling kindly. Maybe she’s British? The girl is in her lap and grandma has her arms wrapped tightly around the girl — squeezing her. They both look happy… content even.
“Mama don’t cry. I’m there, even though I’m here, too. You can talk to me anytime and I hear you. I know you miss me but I’m right there. Every day. Be good. Don’t get into trouble. Be kind. I love you.”
Sign: orange butterfly