A Letter From Self

And so this one starts here. And Like I’ve said before, where else does anything start?Everything starts from the beginning.Or like any other journal or any other page, this one marks the first page of a new start with hopes to open a new pathway to a new life.A new life.What a concept . . . I remember being a little boy and hearing my Grandmother sing me a song about writing a letter.I know the song is famous. I know the song was used in a musical called , “Ain’s Misbehavin’”I remember the words, “I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter. And make believe it came from you.”Even now, my eyes start to tear because I remember the sound of my grandmother’s voice.I remember how she held me as she sang. I remember sitting on her lap. I remember the feel of her hands and how soft they were. I remember the overwhelming sense of joy and safety, just because my Grandmother was there to wipe the hair from my eyes and sing to me.No Grandma was like my Grandma.I know this. At the same…