[video]
I look at myself,in the mirror.
I look at who I am.
Who I want to be.
Who you want me to be.
I look at my imperfections,flaws,and strenghts.
I look at myself,and,wish.I was a robot.
That I was able,to change parts,I don’t like about me.
That I was able,to erase my memory.To erase my pain.
That I was able,to function without feeling.
That I was able,to move forward,and,not look back.
Then I look at myself and realize.Who would I be?
Because,to make these changes.I would no longer,be me.
So,who or what would I be?
No,matter those changes. I would still be lost.
E.H.D. 5-17-2012
It was two years ago.That on this date,my life forever changed.
My mother passed away in our home.After,her battle with cancer.
On Mother’s Day,I had visited her in the hospital.
She came back home.She didn’t want to die in a hospital.She wanted to be home,with
her loved ones.Soon,after coming home,she feel into a coma.For a week,family and close
friends stayed by her side.All of us giving each other comfort,strength,and, a few monents of laughter.
On the day she passed. I had went into work.I had been out for a week.I needed to get back.I had no vacation pay.
My family,understood. So,I went into work.After,a couple of hours,I got a call.I needed to come home.
I knew what had happened.My eyes swelled even more with tears.I gathered enough calm and strength,to drive home.
When,I arrived friends,family,and,neighbors where all around.We where waiting for the ambulance,to carry her away.
I walked in the door,and fell to my knees crying,enough to fill an ocean.
I no longer had enough strength to stand.I crawled to my mother and gave her a kiss,on the forehead.
I told her I loved her,missed her.I asked for God,that I don’t believe in.To take care of her.
I may not believe,in him.But,my mother did.So,I ask him to take her into his arms,and,welcome her.
To give her peace,to watch over her.To watch over my family and loved ones,who believe.
Not,for me,but them.
I feel secure in the belief.That my mother is in the heaven she believed.
She is now free of suffering and pain.
She watches over her loved ones.She watches over me.
I only hope that,in some I have done my mother proud.
I know she didn’t agree with a lot of things I have chosen for myself,and,my life.
At times,it’s like I can her voice,or,feel her.She is and always will be with me.
Love and miss you, Mom.
Signed, your ever loving son.
Just Me
” Through These Eyes “
” Trying to Reach Through “
“Through Distorted Glass” 3
” Watching,Waiting” 2
” Watching,Waiting” 1
” Through Distorted Glass ” (B&W)