Dear God, I don't really believe in you but those around me have different feelings on the matter. From early on I admit my view of religion was one dimensional, shallow at best. The experience was all lacey white dresses and the most ostentatious church hats from the downtown boutiques. God, you watched as my daddy shoved hypocrisies and scripture down my throat and mama just told me to sit still. In the years to follow, I've watched them fall off those pedal stools to smack on the pavement each time. As an adult, I still feel that pressure to believe, pray, and be grateful for having a decent life. I call bull on that because if I had to claim a divinity than my religion is simple decency. If I turn out a decent human being and not a raging bitch, no matter how tempting, then I've done well. God, as you know my sister has died and presumably gone to heaven because she was a great person. I wasn't ready though, none of us were but really my heart wasn't ready for this shit. How do