I will remember Memorial Day as the day of the mother/soldier. My mother fighting off my father to defend her children from the great war in our family only to disappear beyond the thoughts of this nation/man.
I will remember all mothers who fight off the drunken rebel and the tyranny of their broken lives.
I will remember all the women and men who fought and died in the struggle to stay sane in our world gone mad.
I will remember Memorial Day as the nation of men and women who died fighting off the tyranny to make our country free from the evils of mankind.
Our Gererations of Love comes streaming through the Valley to our Hearts.

Mother…I hope I get another chance at life…another chance to live on this earth once again…a brand new life with you in it this time.
Today people are celebrating their mothers, by posting pictures of them. Mothers who lived a long life and, mothers who are now departed. They’re writing of memories…And I don’t even have ONE…not a single one. The only thing that I know with any certainty is that you once lived…for Tomas and I are living proof of this.

I have missed a very important relationship in my life that everyone takes for granted...having a mother. You weren’t there for my skinned knees, or my nightmares…You weren’t there to kiss everything and make it better.
You missed my first steps, my first words, my first day of school.
You missed my wedding day and all the births of my children, your grandchildren. I missed you a lot…but YOU missed so much more.

When you left, my father left too…We lost both of you. He returned into our lives, but only for a little while…And then he was gone again, only to return years later. My father didn’t think it important enough to attend the birth of my son and was no where to be found when my daughters were born…So, you see mother, when you left, for whatever reasons, our whole world fell apart…And no one has ever been there to take your place.

I might have been able to call someone else mother, but we lived a transient life, never staying anywhere for very long and, never getting close enough to anyone, to be able to call them mother, or even to seek their advice. So on this day, when everyone will be celebrating Mother’s Day…I will be thinking of you and wondering whatever happened to you.

You will remain a mystery for yet another year, but you will always remain in my heart forever.

Happy Mother's Day

Why do I have such a strong belief in alien beings? Were you whisked away by an alien ship…from the outer reaches of space? I’ve seen it in the movies…the ship hovers with blinding lights blazing and swoops down and mysteriously….you’re whisked on board. Then the ship travels away to a faraway galaxy.
That’s where you are; I’m almost sure of it, and that’s where you’ll remain until the aliens release you back to earth someday.
I’ll continue to watch the skies…because who knows…they may bring you back home suddenly….And I want to be there for the special occasion.
They say you don’t age in space, on board alien ships, so perhaps you’ll be as young as you were when you were abducted.
If so, you’ll have another chance to live your life once again,
on this beautiful planet called Earth.