Dear April

by Emma Bush on September 3, 2018

Last night I was going to show you my last fight….but we got caught in a talking tirade, which was priceless and wonderful….

This is the fight I was going to show you…it was the same day I gave my mother my scrapbooks, those things of scraps I had been piecing together for years…afraid of what she would think…because at the end of the day, our mother’s were at one point in time our best friends….when that deviated I don’t know…the one thing I do know though, is that we are like locomotives in this life…..we’re on tracks….no derailment allowed….we’re on a journey….and we have to see where it takes us….

I’m glad we crossed paths, friend….

And here’s the fight….that I never showed you…I was already done….I was never really a fighter….I just worked nights in the city on an ambulance and was trying to balance my own chaos with the chaos life gave me….I gave my mother my scrapbooks before the fight…that was all I could think about before I got into the ring…was…what was mom feeling….hope she was ok…distracted by past….was never ready for this fight….but was a good career ender, cause sometimes the bones in your skull need to get snapped in order to wake you up….LIVE LIVE…stop fighting.

Was so good to meet you….

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