Sad
It's a sad thing to drop a 'friend'. There are people on lj who seem like friends, because so many of us write what we feel. Sometimes we reveal things we cannot say. Well, I had to drop an unfriend. She was a bigot of the worst kind. I can't stand bigots. Her entire view of life was caught up in skin color, and what was wrong with 'them'.
I guess it's time to talk about Miss Ada. She died, and I have had trouble dealing with the raw emotion her death brought me. She was one of the most fantastic people I had ever met. She loved people. She accepted me, prayed for me, loved me like her own. I had a miscarriage, so she prayed. One month later, I was pregnant again, and my Agent Em was the result. My skin is so white, it glows in the dark. Miss Ada could have become invisible while sitting on mahogany.
What was I doing in a black church? That's where the true believers were. Miss Ada and her progeny treated me like family. There were others, but this is about Miss Ada. I was family with her. I never questioned our ties. Why should I? Love knows no race, nor age, nor economic circumstance. She was simply 'mom' to me, and I miss her. I miss her joy, and her laughter, and her positive attitude. I miss her unconditional love and humor.
A certain gentleman that we know now commented that teenage Moon "don't act like no white girl". Maybe, we can attribute that to Miss Ada, too.
I guess it's time to talk about Miss Ada. She died, and I have had trouble dealing with the raw emotion her death brought me. She was one of the most fantastic people I had ever met. She loved people. She accepted me, prayed for me, loved me like her own. I had a miscarriage, so she prayed. One month later, I was pregnant again, and my Agent Em was the result. My skin is so white, it glows in the dark. Miss Ada could have become invisible while sitting on mahogany.
What was I doing in a black church? That's where the true believers were. Miss Ada and her progeny treated me like family. There were others, but this is about Miss Ada. I was family with her. I never questioned our ties. Why should I? Love knows no race, nor age, nor economic circumstance. She was simply 'mom' to me, and I miss her. I miss her joy, and her laughter, and her positive attitude. I miss her unconditional love and humor.
A certain gentleman that we know now commented that teenage Moon "don't act like no white girl". Maybe, we can attribute that to Miss Ada, too.