To Anyone That Cares

My Angel

Have you ever had those days where you feel as though everything is crashing down on you? You just feel so utterly alone. But when you come home crying you're immediately engulfed in this hug that you swear could end wars.

I think that my mother was a physic, in a sense. She could tell whenever something was wrong even when I would lie through my teeth saying those two horribly untrue words--"I'm fine".

On my first day of high school everyone hated me. I was the new girl-the freak- but my mother didn't care what those kids thought of me, because she thought the world of me. About halfway through the year, when they started to take my lunch, my mother became physic and started dropping off an extra lunch. And still everyday she would hug me and tell me everything would turn out okay.

When I first got fired for my job I felt like a complete failure. I remember coming home with my mascara running down my face and seeing my mother drop the laundry and engulf me in her famous hug. She had this saying about how no matter what happens that I need to keep my head up because worse things will happen to me, but at that time nothing could've been worse.

I remember the day she died. And I finally understood her words. The worst had come, and i wasn't prepared at all. I think that I had laid in her bed for almost a week after the funeral. When I finally gathered up enough strength to get up and read her will, I found a letter.

It was like she had-once again- predicted the future. Like she knew that I would be laying in her bed and crying over something I couldn't change. That letter changed me. I realized that since I had faced the worse, only good would come to me. So I got up.

My mother was an amazing person whom I shall never forget. Even though when she died my world got a little bit grayer, I have still kept my head up high. And I realize that saying thank you is so unimportant because those words can't even begin to capture my gratitude. But still, thank you.

All my love,

Elizabeth Lynn Martin