The letter.

Never fear your fear. I am close. Dont forget. I’m here. In losing your vision enlighten your own understandings. In leaving your vision enlighten your own understandings.

Always.

I think you get this way of mine. Do you? I hope so. But if you dont, it’s no matter.

For shall i be just the same, standing by, like some old still-growing tree, her rustle lost in fall but found again come sping.

And of course you can lean on me. You can hide in me too. High above

And of course you are tired and wish to close your eyes, you can rest in me. I’ll not go.

Remember: I shall be your roots and I will be your shade though the sun burns my leaves. I shall quench your thirst and I will feed your fruit though time takes my seed. And when you are lost and can tell nothing of this earth I will get you hope. And my voice you will always hear, and my heart you will always share, for I will shelter you and I will comfort you. And even when I am nothing left, not even in death, I will remember you.

In the book I am reading.

The letter had been sent from Mommy to her little son, her biggest love in life.