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My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it told.

But I can hear her crying, when all others are in bed.

I watch her lie awake at night, and go to hold her hand.

She doesn't know I'm with her, to help her understand.

But like the sands upon the beach, that never wash away.....

I watch over my surviving Mom, who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others....

a smile of disguise

But through heavens open door, I see tears flowing from her eyes.

My Mom tries to cope with my death, to keep my memory alive.

But anyone who knows her, knows its her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving Mom, through heavens' open door

I try to tell her angels protect me forevermore.

I know that doesn't help her, or ease the burden she bears

So if you get a chance, talk to her...

And show her that you care.

For no matter what she says,

No matter what she feels

My surviving Mom has a broken heart,

That time won't ever heal.

I want to tell people about the summer John turned two. I had just bought him his first pair of leather boots. His english Grandparents had come for a visit and Grandpa was watching John in the yard. It was wet as it had ben raining for a couple of days. I heard a lot of laughter and went to see what was happening, John was covered with mud from head to toe, and grandpa instead of stopping him was taking pictures of him. Know ever after as the Mud Monster. You should see what a very blonde baby boy looks like with mud dripping of every part of him. Before I could do anything I had to quit laughing. Then grandpa got in trouble and Mr Jon Jon had a much needed bath