I knew too much. I felt it deep within. It was time. My journey was merely beginning. I conquered the fear of reaching in. I wrote my feelings, yet I held them in. The thought occurred what is the point of giving if no one receives. I went to my anchor, and she openly received me. At the age of six, (after getting in trouble in school) I made a promise to God and myself if Mama was happy with the best me then that was exactly what I would strive to achieve. I have stumbled quite a few times along the way. I am reminded of her Love each day when I am tempted to stray. This is the greatest story I will ever write. It relinquishes every part of me. As in my upbringing, I am relaying this with unapologetic insight.
When I finished The Trilogy, I held on to it for weeks. In my mind, it would display what Mama did not teach. Silly of me to think Mama’s depths did not surpass my deep. I write because Mama has always told me, "Be the best you can be." For me, it is liberating to live out my dream. Nevertheless, the smile on Mama's face holds my tranquility. I have always said, "If it is about pleasing my Mama, I am all in multiplied by three."
As my words leave this paper, let them hold you Mama, complete. We are an outstanding team. It is your Love, which allowed my soul to breathe. I still hear your words and visualize your tears when you walked to the bed that day. I could not get up to greet you. You leaned over, held me and whispered, "God kept you here for a reason now be the best Derrick, you can be."
The story does not end today. It will be relayed by and by. I write to ensure the Love shared with your only child will never die. Being the best me is easy; it is the exemplification of your teachings. I write this as a prelude, as the days to come may fly by. Because you Love me, I will always reach beyond the sky.