My family. I cherish them. I love them. I protect them.
My youngest, Sammy, is a darling child, with a smile that melts anyone within a 5 meter radius. I love holding him, rocking him gently to sleep as I rock on my grandmother's chair, singing lullabies from years into the past.
"Hush little baby don't say a word,…."
"Lullaby and good night…."
Sammy is calm and warm, a gentle child who I can hardly pry myself away from.
Dean, my eldest and Sam's elder brother has, and this I swear, sun shine in his smile. He sits with me, asking questions, drawing pictures, playing games...
"mama whys the sky blue?"
"mama, why is Sammy so small?"
I know that Dean, for all his boundless energy, is Sammy's stone protector. I know he will be the best brother Sammy could have ever asked for.
And John, my John. The love of my life, father of my children. He is everything I have ever dreamed for, a smart alec, a lover, and a perfect father.
"Morning Mary mine"
"love you"
All this I remember, and I thank god for every day I have existed. I remember John and private midnights strolls, dean and afternoon cookies, Sammy and a baby's tinkling laughter…
And I remember fire.
I remember it billowing, roaring, burning. Suspended above a world I love, I cannot leave, and I cannot understand any longer.
And then darkness.