I just listened to some words that hit my heart... regarding a mother who is dying... the words were... you need to respect her wishes... you don't like it when she tells you how to live your life... do what she wants.... give her that... this is where I am in my pilgrimage... I feel so drawn to my mother... this is what I feel so strongly in my heart... I just so much want to... do what she wants... really how hard can than be...
The memory is a funny being... i see so clearly yesterday... those are the stories we share... our pictures are perfect....full of color... scenes filled with love... life... experience... tasted... treasured... it is part of a bigger picture... i see a life before... when time often stood still just based on a mood... the end of a day... the depth of a moment... captured in time...yet brought to life... through the heart of another... one created in unconditional love... that which brought a light into a world that began dark... story less... distant... misunderstood... yet... as time passed and days of darkness became filled with memories of another day... one who was before a time... who gave an all for the sake of a cause... which unbeknownst to you... your time had not come... yet in the sunrise again on another day... which the heart of this one gave life to another... i for one never felt that truth until I dared to dream... of a small love that would fill a place that was never...
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