I lost the words a while back and for some reason I want to share these words.

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Oh northern star my guiding light is gone

I'll miss you forever

All my happy times all my sad times all my bad times you never faultered

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Sorry but I've forget the rest.

It was a while ago,about 17 years ago now since my mom passed away.

My mother was sick for a long time,she had heart problems and suffered several strokes (from age 30) and throughout her life managed to raise five children.Every now and then I think how hard she would struggle to walk, but managed to work at a job as a waitress ,cook our meals,sew our clothes,heal our wounds and mend our hearts when life was hard..I was never a mama's boy and most times I was probably the toughest of five to raise.That didn't slow her down though she kept at it never ever did I ever see her give up on me or my brothers and sisters.She would raise hell with us when ever we fought among each other.She told us one day that we would be alone and the only people we'd have are each other.

It's funny or should I say odd how life works out. I'm not close to any of my brothers and sisters.I'm lucky if I even get a call. Lately my brother and me have been talking, we're going to get our motorcycle permits together. We,re both very busy guys with work and all there seems to be no time. My sisters can't seem to get along with each other. It's actually me that decided to not call them anymore because thats all I did was call them . I got sick of how they bitched about each other I guess. I don't see a light at the end of that tunnel. Imagine that! I have three great sisters but I can't stand them because they constantly fight and scheme the screw each other over.why.....I don"t know but somewhere down the road I had enough and just stopped talking to them.

I don't know why I,m writing this.I want the world to know I had a very loving mother who worked hard all of her life despite of being sick and tired most of time. She lived to 78 and never stopped working at keeping her children together.I knew after she passed away we'd all stop talking and no matter how much we worked at it the family drifted. I remember a niece say that you shouldn't be the one triing to be the family beacon.She said that people should talk things out but she also told me not to call her anymore too.And I won't.