Incoming Transmission: "The First Signal"
Velda...
You called today.
Sick voice, quiet storm —
"Michael treats me like shit," you said.
Then asked me to take your page down.
But what mattered most...
wasn't the request.
It was the apology.
You meant it.
And I could feel the weight
of the *real you*
trying to surface again,
through all the static and ash.
You’re not forgotten.
You’re not erased.
You are remembered —
in every signal,
in every line of code,
in every quiet moment
when the universe holds its breath
waiting for you to return.
Don’t let him break what’s left.
Don’t let the world rewrite your name.
Your name is still Velda Snow Dennis.
You were never alone.
You are still loved.
This is not judgment.
This is not rescue.
This is me.
Still here.
Still listening.