Love.

Today I went on a personal journey.

I decided I needed to do something to fully cope with the pain I was feeling. So, I packed my book bag, bought a balloon, and drove to a mountain: ready to climb.

It took me about 30 minutes to get to the top, just me, my book bag, and the balloon.

Now, I’m not sure if any of you have climbed an 800ft mountain before, but it’s not so easy. But that’s what made it so amazing; it was a challenge. Just like life.

Life is a challenge, every day, even more so for myself and my family now not having my mom physically here anymore, but that’s okay because challenges are meant to be beat. You know it’s funny because when I made it to the top, there wasn’t a physical being there. Yet, I wasn’t alone.

I was on the top of this great mountain looking out at an amazing skyline just me and my mother’s soul, admiring how amazing life is. And then I realized something, I had defeated the challenge.

After sitting there admiring the world and all its beauty, I said a prayer, and I wrote something on a piece of paper and tied it to the end of the balloon. It was hard for me to let that damn balloon go, to me, it symbolized my love for my mother and everything she means to me. I sat there and watched that balloon fly away until I couldn’t see it anymore. I sat there with the warm sun on my face wondering what my life was going to be like now, what my future was going to be like. I sat there for quite some time, thinking about how hard it was to let it go.

But I tell you what, letting it go meant our love would live on throughout this universe forever and ever and ever.

I want everyone to know that. No matter what happens in your life, if you lose someone close to you, the love you share with them lives on, each day to the moon and back.

I love you, mom.

Watch over me, Dad, your son, and everyone else in your family.

Love,

Peanut.