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“…I got a call that ruined my day…”
I saw a area code that startled me, and not in a good way. So I did a search to turn up an area code that only a bad phone call could come from if unknown…earlier that day, it was a cool and easy day, unseasonable warm for winter February Atlanta, and actually was off early on a Friday (Read on time) which is unheard of in my line of work. At dinner between a light appetizer as I was preparing to have my first “meal” post-cleanse, only to receive the news that I had lost someone prior to placing that order.
I am more confused and torn now more than ever. These are feelings that I have experienced more times than not over the last year and a few months, and I truly hoped that I could get through 2011 without having to continue amidst these feelings, and give myself time to heal. My confusion still lies in that each time that I lose someone, I think of one person that I feel that I am not truthful or as forthcoming with…

“…And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair…”

In my thoughts and words, I had so much to say, but right now my heart is truly broken, and I think that in trying to close this…I am sad. I do not blame anyone, and I do not question death and life’s process, but in no way does that mean that it does not hurt my heart at it’s deepest core. It pains me not to cry, but my eyes are tear-weary.

I love you Bonnie “Uncle Bunny” Taylor, as your family called you. after 96 yearsm, and your Christmas birthday we bid you adieu.

To all of you, in lieu of flowers, please hold your family tight, speak to your mother whom you have a bad relationship, talk to your father that an argument caused silence, do not miss out on your family. I love you all, and to you who I can never tell my truly feelings, in the purest meaning of the words…I still love.

Thank you.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.