UNFINISHED & UNFAIR

​The pages of a beautiful story that you had yet to finish writing ripped away too soon...

Deaths cold fingers the culprit, and our human weakness the accomplice, my heart collapses at the thought of who you'd be today.

You did what others dream, you stepped up where others yield. You strangled the doubt that most fear, and you towered above even the legends of my youth.
I never looked any further than my dinner table to find my hero, and those tiny hands that coaxed my first steps, still drive my forward motion today.

To look back on what what you accomplished in your short time on this planet casts a heavy, harsh shadow over the little life that comforts me in my own journey.

I can't know what my own future holds, but I do know that one day, I want... no I need.. no... I hope against hope for the people that I leave behind to know that I was a beautiful part of their story, and that my hands offered the same guidance that yours did for me.

I may never measure up to the bar that you so beautifully set, but Mom, I'll try with everything that I am... with everything that you made me.