My Best Friend.

My Mom has been my best friend for my whole life. When I think of every happy moment or bad day, she's the person I call and the one waiting in the wings.

She is also the strongest person I know. There have been so many things that my (now very small) family have had to make it through. She is the only reason we came out on the other side. That stress, of the millions of things that no one should ever have to live through, has sat on her shoulders, and festered inside of her, and it become sickness. Cancer, and heart problems, and some odd mystery mass in her lung.

I would love it if for once the people who created those problems could experience just a little of that pain, but really evil doesn't feel pain, nor does it die. That is unfortunate for the rest of us.

Last night for the first time in my life, I heard her scared. I heard her concider giving up. She can't give up, because it is letting them win. She has spent her whole life fightting them, and she can't let them win now. I wont let her.

I will never understand how the universe just seems to align for the people who break things, and cause pain. But everything just falls apart, for the good people. I hope that I can be half the person she is.