Dear Stranger

It's odd to call you that but to be fair that is what you are. I only have three years of memory of you. The rest are just stories I've heard through the years. That's all you are now, old stories told and retold like folk tales of some kind. I have one story about you. Which I keep in my mind a lot of the time. I'm not going to tell you all you have missed out on. I'm not going to tell you because it's not fair at all. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if you hadn't gotten sick like you did. Would we all still be a family stranger? I have a feeling that we wouldn't be after all the stuff like the fighting. I remember the biggest fight you and mom had on Well's Luke Road. If you could see what your family has become I am betting you would have some words for them all. You probably know that you have two grandkids which both drive mom and my sister up a wall. I pretty much tune them out to a point. You probably know that mom has had two other men in her life since you. They treated her right. I hope you don't mind but I used what I could remember of you for a character of you Stranger. I even made him a Crimson Tide fan. I'm sure you would like that a lot and probably even made you smile just then. Your mother once told me she thinks my writing talent was a way of you saying goodbye to me. If so then thank you. If not, then maybe she was just being nice. Now I've caught you up on stuff just clips of it. Stranger when I decided to write this to you I didn't know what to say. I guess you will forever be just stories to me. Maybe like the scar on my hand, those stories will fade. Until we get to officially meet stranger, I will just keep looking at that photo taken so many life times ago. By, the little girl you used to know