the day of solitude and bourbon.
Does She remember me? I don’t even know if She is still alive – and She is my only Mother. Lifeblood. The one who created me.
I have never known her – but I fight like hell in the hopes that one day I will meet her, and she will be proud of me, and what I have done. What I am doing.
41 years ago a stranger gave birth to me. A stranger whose blood is the only blood I come from. If She’s anything like her son… She will still be fighting.
If She is anything like me, we will find each other.
She is my Mother. She must be strong…