She would cry over something like that. It broke her heart that something was out there, cold, and didn't have a home.

She took in every stray, any person or animal. She wouldn't even blink an eye. She was someone you could go to.

With as much tragedy as she had, with both her husbands passing away and her two daughters, that woman's faith never faltered.

It was always about everybody else. Even when she was dying, she was concerned about everyone else.

She would say there's a reason for everything, and it made her stronger.

I tried to stop the morning coming in so fast Why is it impossible to make those silent moments last ? Now, there's no escaping, from the things that can't be stopped, reluctantly pretending someone that i'm not. Feeling selfish, just for thinking, to pick up my guitar and start, making music all day long, probably not perfect, but with all my heart.