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The Greatest Purpose to Write

Purpose gives us the hands with which to drive.

Corrie always went for the driver’s seat.

For some time, I reached a point where I did not feel inspiration about which to write between 2016 to 2018. By 2019, I picked up a lot of inspiration. Once I started writing again, I did not slow down. Poetry, followed by memoir drafts, and a rebirth of a YA novel started. Hayes and Corrie were always at the center of my writing.

When I left my former school, poetry started pouring out of me about different topics. I found one about Corrie last night that I wrote in summer 2018. I shared it last night as it was originally written. While I wrote a lot of essay drafts about raising a son with autism and being atypical myself, Corrie was always present in my writing.

I just called it, My Daughter.


I brush her blonde and cherry streaked

brown hair.

I hope the day never comes too soon

when she’ll say, “Mom, I can

brush my own hair.”

I recall wishing she’d keep her fat baby cheeks

and thighs at the time I

made up a song to

“dance with my daughter.”

Almost every night she’d sleep

on my chest when the nurse

told me she needed to sleep

in her own baby bed.

Remember how I cried

in the middle of the night,

so I could love and hold my

baby girl the way I want.

The nurse had taken her

from my arms,

but the baby cried,

and when I held her,

nightmares went away.

Corrie driving at a birthday party last October.

I don’t know what to expect from grief, but I know, just as I wrote yesterday, I will continue to write about Corrie in the same fashion people talk about their children. I will continue to brag about my daughter’s achievements. I feel a strong sense of purpose as I journey on through grief to forge her image through writing, so she’s always remembered.

I feel her confidence within me.

Just like my son, Corrie was a person you could not just walk away from. I get this feeling that she guides me. That she wants me to write about her in a certain way. When I get these feelings, it’s delivered in a very Corrie way.

Just as I wrote yesterday in my blog about Corrie and Stevie Nicks, I create a symphony of words for her.

All words are written by Rebecca T. Dickinson. All works copyrighted by R.T. Dickinson 2019-2020.

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