Day #11 A Deceased Person I Wish I Could Talk to

Dear Uncle Robin,

You probably hate that I call you that but I'm sorry, to me you will always be my Uncle Robin. I think about you a lot even though I only had a short time with you. You had a big impact on both me and my mom. In many ways you taught us both what it means to truly accept someone for who they are even when who they are is a little different from everyone else. I think you played a big part in helping my mom and I realize that the world needs to respect people a little more and judge them a lot less.

I think you would be very proud of me for the person that I have become. In fact, I know you would be. I know you would be proud to say that the little girl who used to make you water all of her grandmother's flowers with her teeny tiny watering can has become a bright young woman capable of changing the world. You are part of the reason that i want to be a teacher. I want to teach the future generations what you and my mom taught me.

Ignorance is not bliss. It breeds hatred and violence where there should be respect and understanding. The more we know of each other, the more we understand, the less we are afraid and the closer we can get to being a world that is safe for everyone to live in. Maybe some day people will understand you the way mom and I do.

I think you would also be proud to know that while I am working hard at school so that I can teach the next generation what it is to truly be respectful, I also work outside of school to make it a reality. My opinions on the issue are known and felt everywhere I go. I try to be the kind of person that is accepting of all people no matter what.

The day I voted No on 1 I walked home and cried as I thought about you and how proud you would be. Were you alive today you would deserve to live in a world where your love is respected,valued and understood for what it is, love. Plain and simple. I expect that somewhere in heaven you smiled down on me that day for doing the right thing.

Love,

Dani