It seems impossible.
It is true.
I already said the very best words I have for you and I still mean every single one of them. So today, instead, let me share this:
a moment with my son in the summer of 2000 when this song played over and over and over…
“Mama…why it’s a good idea to break a promise to your mother?”
“Then why he say it?”
it’s just a song, baby.
“Mama…where I am going?”
now that’s a better question, but I don’t know the answer.
“Why you not let me go?”
Because I can’t yet. I won’t ever, really.
No. Not completely. I’ll never let you go.
Until whatever’s longer than forever.
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