Lucas' p.o.v
A life to remember, an undiscovered star, an unborn legacy.
A difficult pregnancy, a combination of the summer and winter.
Drifting farther away, words falter in this shelter of privacy
where we think more instead of talking. A life to remember, my sacrificial lamb,
my guardian angel. The essence of pink October, your silent war with cancer
and high blood pressure. Under the weather, whatever happened to your cure
so called laughter? A life to remember, your fragile heart, one extraordinary
love with special needs. Forever is fading away, but please stay here with me
for a little while. In a world where memories of September eleventh never
disappear, December and November provide sanctuary for our tired weary
souls on the seventh day.
