mom.

you are crazy. but that is ok, cause you passed the good parts down to me, and kept the not so good parts for yourself, alex, and malcolm.

thanks for everything, all the help, all the teachings, all the lessons, all the special attention, all the gifts and special privileges, all the chances, and all the love. everything.

you have been annoyingly wonderful in every aspect of the word. and even though we disagree often about ideals and practices and reality and how to go about changing things. you are still my mother and i still love you no matter what happens.

ill take pictures, ill write sometimes, and maybe even call. and when i get home we can visit the farm and once the farm gets working ill be up there planting and growing anda playing. thanks again mum.

with love,
demetrius