Blue... I've seen photos of your funeral. As pallbearers carried you to your resting place. They wore grey and black trench coats. Some were friends and some were relatives with a blank look on their face. I've seen photos of you dancing and smiling. There was a photo of me on your lap dressed in all white. I could see the resemblance in our cheeks. When my sister tells me we look alike, I over flow in delight. But my favorite photo is one where your wearing all blue. Your eye shadow matches your blouse and the flower pin in your hair. You have decorations on the necklace around your neck. Joy exposed out of your eyes with a smile from ear to ear. I made the connection once when someone asked me what my favorite color was. It took me back to a place where I looked up trying to see the heavens and all I saw was the sky blue. I connected it to my favorite photo of you. I didn't get to know you well before you took your last breath, but one thing I knew. Based on my favorite photo of you, perhaps blue was your favorite color too. Jason Sims A letter to ma