I guess that life is only given to you when you're the smallest kid in class, with the smallest spirit.
And I suppose that life is taken from you, when you are the most beautiful woman a dad could call honey and a son can call mom.
That's what happen, although that's the way I see it. I wish I were there, when my mom died, that I hadn't drifted off into my own thoughts, only to be interrupted by the long beep of the hospital machine.
I wish I had said goodbye.
But I guess that's how life is.
I guess...
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