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Susan Babbitt, 2nd Visit

Written by the Scribner

March 11, 2022

Susan Babbitt, Professor. Photo credit: unknown.

Thank you for taking down this note for me. I am working to get that money released, and for them to stay. I just want to say that I am happy to see you and to tell you to keep writing.

I have passed, but it is interesting here. There is really nothing to fear. It is as if you are living on a different plane and existence and this is how best I can describe it.

I want to thank my sister for the care they have taken in laying me to rest, for her continuous support and companionship. For my brother who wanted to break the bank to bury me, I love you, Andrew. My mom and dad are here too, and to the lady that was my advocate, thank you.

I had put on a brave face. It was as if I was waiting to die. Racing around, nothing to really prepare you, but it is not scary, just transition, though I was afraid.

I want to thank all the kids, my nieces, and nephews. I did not have a child of my own, but they became mine, but I don’t think motherhood was in the card for me. I cared for my freedom, solace and quietness, and the ability to go wherever I want to go. Where would children fit into that?

I want them to know that I am fine and supported. I want to say that the relationship I had with Nkiru was one of the strongest, and she was supportive in so many ways. I did not want to burden her, but I love her like a sister, and I am grateful for the trip to Nigeria because I learned a lot during that time.

At some point, I felt errant like someone that is living but in a way that is distinct. If I had to do it over, I would open up more, bring more people in, and limited the distinction of office/research people because they are all friends. Your mother was a great friend and I cherished that relationship. Tell her that I said hi.

For my sister, not to carry my death. It was what it was and it is over. I would encourage her to really pursue her passion, those things that make her heart thimble, and that she has nothing to lose. I hear her and all her muttering and I visit leaving clues for her, cardinal, birds.

I am happy and I want all of them to know that. I truly lived a great and unflinching life, turned over a rock, and marched to my own beat.