Letter to Boo #1

I will be writing to my cousin who is in prison more frequently and decided to share this on my blog. You guys may remember that I've written about Boo on occasion. I hope you guys enjoy.

Dear Boo,

I decided that I would attempt to write you regularly AND publish it on my blog. I'm sure you don't mind. Big Ma passed on Friday June 11. Because she had suffered from dementia for the past few years, along with her health declining, I was relieved that her pain was gone. She woulda been 99 this August. Mack said that Big Ma died like many others would have liked to; in her sleep, resting. The behavior that followed embarrassed me. I will fill you in with details when I see you. In my opinion people almost forgot how important Big Ma and her house was. The selfish people that share my last name, seem so far removed from the loving, give you the shirt off my back, way Big Ma was.

I've been "blogging" for quite a while now. Basically, its just posting your thought on a site. Now many people read it, but there are a few who do. I think the more consistent I blog, the more people will follow. How you been? I wrote you a few months back but I haven't heard from you? What's good? I need to take a day off and come visit. I was looking at some of Big Ma's writings and I realized that I need to do much more myself; be it blogging, poetry, short stories, or just letting you know how things are. I pray for consistency and persistence.

A few things are going on at work that I can't really talk about but my eyes are wide open. Because I'm so laid back, I think some folks don't recognize how aware I am. And my job is not to let them know what I know so... I'll just leave it like that. Hanging out in the Township the past couple of weeks brought back many memories. Me and Nikki was talking about the summers on the porch; playing curbball and hanging with Tasha and Denise. Nobody has talk to Tasha. I hope she is doing okay. Well, I plan on this being the first of many letters. Keep your head up and pop at me when you think about it.
PS- I had one of those dreams a week or so ago where everything seemed so real. Us kicking it, but older and more dangerous (haha).

Chill,

Baxter E.