My mother was my compass, she was the guard rails that stop the bowling ball from going into the gutters making sure at least one pin was hit. My mother was the light in my lantern that showed me what hides in the cover of darkness, her light didn’t protect instead it gave strength to those in need of it. For she understood sheltering won’t provide the push to be able to face fear. Remembering my mother is painful but her light still gives me strength to work through the pain and remember, and what I remember is how much she loved the sea. As I write this, I’m staring at the sea now listening to it’s tide and feeling it’s force. What I see the most is that at night the sea is terrifyingly strong but much more beautiful. I will forever love my mother and may she forever Rest In Peace.
