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Monday, November 22, 2010

"I'm just a little lost and confused. I'll find my way, but the path always takes me a little deeper before my footsteps appear in the sand again."

"My relationship with my mom is crumbling. It's crumbling because of a simple misunderstanding, and i've lost you. You've forgotten me, the dreams I have and the morals i used to define myself with. I can promise myself this a phase, but to you it's a downward spiral. So i guess you'll watch me fall, while I simply see it as the last act of freedom I have. The only terrifying part is i'm not sure if you know me better than i know myself."
-Feb. 24th, 2010

My mom was coming home from the hospital that night, and my best friend and I wanted to make her room nice when she arrived. When you go through chemo you can't share things with anybody else, and germs from others are forbidden. We went to walmart and got cleaning supplies, and things for her room like pictures and and flowers because she would be spending most of her time there for the next 6 months. We were just about done shopping, but ended up in the pet section where we saw the fish tanks. Next thing we knew we were scoping out the .99 cent goldfish, picking the one we were most fond of. We finally found our prime candidate, Nemo.

How do you surprise a mom who’s done everything for you?
She makes your bed and cleans your clothes
and finds your missing shoe.
She picks you up and takes you there,
Piano lessons too.
Loves and cares for all her friends she’ll never let them down.
Her smile brightens all our lives,
It never wears a frown.

So here I am a fish named Nemo
To help you through your chemo.
When days seem dark I’ll be your light;
We’ll form the strength to fight.
I know you’re feeling all alone and no one understands,
But our Creator cares for us both,
He crafted us with his hands.
So don’t give up, I’ll be your friend,
We’ll look back and say we’ve won.
In this short season we’ll learn and grow,
The battle will be done.


"I don’t want to say that bad things happen to make you appreciate what you have, and may be taking for granted. I don’t want to say that, and I won’t.
But I kiss my mom every day, and tell her I love her. And while I won’t say that bad things happen to good people to make them appreciate what they have, I am appreciating more than ever what I’ve been given."
-Feb. 28th, 2010

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