November 17, 2015- I left my remnants with her, and I would sacrifice again and again for her. She sacrificed for me, and I am eternally grateful. She is more of a mother than anyone I ever met. Finally, she is heard. I was the first to fully hear her song. I sing it now, but my voice is stronger, clearer, and more intricate. I sing in an eloquent, universal language. She is on my mind every day. Through me, she lives. As I bring her back in my mind, to the forefront, tears swell in my eyes. A shame I barely spoke directly to her. So I left what I could in her legacy, parts of myself. I apologize for not being stronger. A year too late, and I am afraid to fail again.
~ Xara Nahara O’Connor~