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My mother passed away about an hour ago. I wrote this piece about a week ago while lying in bed unable to sleep, since I figured I wouldn’t be able to write very well when I got “the call”. Now that I have, I’m publishing it.

When I was a child, my mother would always remind me before bed to say my prayers. Sometimes, I’d be asked to throw in a special addition on behalf of someone who needed it. Usually family members and close friends of our family.

I felt strange talking to a person who didn’t talk back. Who, as far as I could tell, gave no response at all. I started to wonder if maybe I was just being drowned out with all the other people praying at the same time. So, I decided I would instead write letters to God in my head. This way, I felt, he could get around to them when he was good and ready for them.

I told my mom about this, and from that point on throughout my life, she’s told me “write another letter to god” in lieu of asking me to pray.

I’ve long since lost any faith I may have had in an all-knowing, all-seeing deity that controls the cosmos with his/her/its divine knowledge. However, I do believe, without any struggle to do so, that people in our lives who influence us and and propel us forward are always with us. They live on immortally through the actions and thoughts they’ve influenced.

To that end, I’ll be writing letters in my head again. But, not to God. To my mother. Though I realize I’m not talking to her directly – I am talking to the part of me that she helped to mold, inspire, influence, and propel forward in life.

DEAR MOM,

You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
I’m gonna make you proud. I promise.

Love, your only son
Mitchell Christopher Marzoni

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