Compendium (return)


Here, you will find – exclusively – my humble compendium of letters. These are the correspondence I have maintained with my family. I submit them to your review for reasons I do not understand.

Forgive such musings as here follow. They are merely awkward attempts to understand a reality which eludes language. And, now they are yours.

1.16.2010

Caedmon Comma

My son,

My mother, your blessed abuela, died when I was young. Yet, I t think of her daily.

You are blessed, my son, to have a mother. She is so good and kind. I pray that your my mama lives long, so you may experience every kindness that lies within her.

I would wager that her goodness would stretch through 10 lifetimes and more.


Dada

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