My light is fading fast, my guiding light. Though none of my friends here have never met that light. I feel it necessary to share this with you.
My guiding light is my mom. She is the one person that knows me best. When I was down she would pick me up and encourage me to continue on. Growing up with a learning disability she never allowed me to placed into a institution for mentally disabled kids. She is my light. My light house to guide me away from rocky shores. We cried and laughed at the littlest things through out my life. She cried the day I graduated from high school, because I proved the doctors wrong. I have grown into the man I am today because of her. She has seen me succeed and fail and succeed again. Yes, we have fought as well. God knows we have fought. But at the end of it we still made up with a hug and a kiss. She is my strength to carry on. She has watched me marry and raise 2 beautiful girls. She will always be my guiding light even as hers slowly burns out.
She is dying from lung cancer.
