Theola Selah
Family Friend
My Ruth.
I got the privilege to know you in a different way than everyone. Even though you’d kill me if you heard me say this, you’re the closest thing to a real grandmother that I ever had.
Ruth & Theola
Here’s my last letter to you;
Young and confused, you spoke to me clearly. You comforted me, and as I got older you explained both sides fairly. I can never thank you enough for that. You widened my horizons and believed in my imagination. You always told me I was a writer. We talked about everything, you expanded my mind with conversations, museums, books, art. I loved our conversations.
You always knew exactly who I was, and you never let me see myself as anything less.
I always assumed we’d have so much more time. I took you for granted, you hated when I flaked on our plans. I apologize for all the times I canceled. As I got older, I was making mistakes. We argued because I didn’t want to hear what you were saying. Or admit you were right, but you always were. You got so fed up with me, and I stopped calling because I was too wrapped up in trying to figure things out. You always said I needed to get out of my own head and into the world. I wish I could’ve told you I understand that now. Sometimes I think you knew me better than I knew myself. I admire your perspective, and the wisdom you earned from life. I’ll always hold our memories dear. I love you so much, thank you for being there. Talk with you again one day.
Forever & always - Theo.
