You’ve been gone for three years as of today. It’s been a lot and very short time. We drove past Hudson on our way home and I thought of you and started crying. I couldn’t help it.
My daughter asked me why I was crying and I told her it’s because I miss my friend Jack. I try to talk to her about you. Someone very special who wanted to make the world better.
“We should make the world better, Mama.”
I still want to be your legacy, I want my daughter to be your legacy. That’s part of the reason I’m going back to school in a couple of weeks. I’m finishing my honours and I’m going to get a Masters in Political Management so I can work in political advocacy and feel like I’m doing my part.
I do know that I won’t go a day talking about politics without relying on my experiences in your office. It was a privilege being one of your people.
There are times when I’m still overtaken but how unfair it all seems, to have hit that peak and then lost you, our leader, our guide.
But I watched you and learned from you and we shall move forward, because we have to. Ever progress.