Losing grip on the memories of my childhood. The influences on my life are slipping away. When I needed them the most, when my mom was gone all night, they stayed there to hold my hand through the night. Now it’s like I can feel the memory fade like an old polaroid. I am told to walk carefully around the border, “don’t push the limits, it’s a sensative subject.” When how can you say that when I want to scream and cry about how God shouldn’t be doing this to these whole-hearted people. Crying only makes them feel worse, they never want people to mourn in their pain. I have to be strong for them as they battle, but what if I can’t stand the idea of losing that certain someone to sickness. Hold in the tears and show them the best time of their lifes, enjoy these precious moments and love them as much as you can. I know that if they are taken I can’t hold up that wall, I let go and grieve for the pain of a slipping memory. I always know that you may feel like you’ve lost grip, but if you call upon them they are always their to guide you because they love you endlessly.