My dearest Auntie Ava,
When you and Uncle Wats leave your breezy, ranch-style home with fruit garden and hammock, and you go away, that was shock enough to me system. At least though, we could gyaff on the phone, we exchange jokes and li’l gifts and I write you letters. But this final ‘bye, I don’t know how to say it.
So instead of ‘bye I gon say, walk good me darlin’, may Allah shower you with His sweetest of blessings.