Vol. 8.5 To My Mom

Mom,

Most of us spend our whole lives being afraid of the dark. I know we won’t admit it, but from an early age, many of us used night lights and “can you please leave the door open just a little dad” comments so our rooms wouldn’t be pitch black. The funny thing is it was never the darkness that we were afraid of, because whether someone left a light on or not, we all eventually had to close our eyes to sleep and to dream. But that was our darkness – the darkness of sleep. It’s a place an average American who reaches the age of 80 will spend over 26 years of his life in. We all live in the darkness until we awake.

For some of us, the darkness is the girl you’re too scared to ask out, the job you’re scared to volunteer for, or maybe just getting out of bed. Sometimes it takes a lot of guts just to get out of bed especially when someone has turned out the lights. The people this world will remember will not be those that were afraid to venture out into an unknown darkness but those that did. Those very special few individuals that knew that seeing was best done with your eyes shut and heart open. Today is Mother’s Day. Today is for the bravest person I have ever met who has been given the darkness in the light but has never let her light go out. Here is to my mom—the light that shows me the way so that I will never be afraid of the dark. I love you, mom.

Your son,


Fred

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