My journey began from an origin unknown, yet here I am…

In the years that have passed between now and then… I have been molded by the dreams and memories of every moment that you were there…

To hold me and to guide me was the job to which you were appointed… This I knew…

You taught me that there would be situations where I might fail, but also that in time the scars of downfalls would heal… That even in my darkest hour, I was still destined to be great because there was no myth to the fact that you believed I am…

Throughout this pilgrimage you were there as I crawled, when learned to walk, discovered how to run… and learned to slow down and walk again. You watched me take those footsteps that took me away from you knowing that you could only take me so far… But that you would still keep your eyes on me…

This I knew… Yet as I stand at the edge of all things that matter, I look around dumfounded in wonderment about how you got me here… And in your absence the ground beneath me wishes to crumble, my eyes close and I shed tears… How did I not see that at some point you physically would have to let me go… to truly teach me…

How to fly…