Dear Mother, The pure love you gave me until you died, was like a flame; always there, burning. And that little flame was all I needed in order to see in the dark. You saved me, mama, from that deep dark. And Sharon, she didn't have that. The darkness took over her, so she had to fly away. I still dream of her, every night. And I think I always will. And you know... Everytime I look up, I see your face. My mother's face. Like a flame across the sky. --- R.I.P. Mama and Sharon. I'll always love you both. This is my goodbye to you. A chapter finished in the book called life. Thank you for everything. And I'm sorry for everything. But I can't keep doing this to myself. This is my goodbye to you both. Mother, you're my flame across the sky. Sharon, you rushed into the secret house. Love you both, forever and always.