Who think of you. You look around and as you stare blankly at a wall, struggling to imagine those who have helped and supported you the most. Being consoled by the express individual who's greatest gift to you is, support.

We all need a little extra hand. A shoulder to lean on. To cry with. To just hold hands and sing three little birds. As you sing sweet songs, you are no longer on the world. The world is on you. The expanse of the universe bends to your every will and you notice that you can't think of anything but.

Remember those who remember you. They mean the most in the world. Cherish.