I was born with the gift of carrying the name of the strongest person I know, my grand pa Rene, I can’t remember much for a 3 year old but I remember precious ones who will remain with me forever. I was blessed, my parents tell me stories of my birth, where he had rushed in the room & asked my mom ” you haven’t changed her name I hope ” my mom with tears of joy responded ” of course not ! ” that’s when I was named Renee. Some might not care but he is the one I speak to every night before going to bed & the one who protects me. I swear sometimes I can see him, by a glance. I wish I could see you, I miss you terribly. Someone to hold me & listen to me. Grandpa, I love you. Please visit me in my dreams, now before you like this & not read what I wrote, think of all the things that were left unsaid in one photograph, this is me, where life was so easy & painless. I was innocent & didn’t know where life was going to take me, now look at me & all the bitches who speak about me, now look at you..& think about who speaks about you.. Don’t judge one another, just learn & do better. - feb 22 2014. Goodbye.