My mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. But I can hear her crying when all others are in bed. I watch her lay awake at night. and go to hold her hand. She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand. But like the sands upon a beach that never wash away... I watch over my surviving mom who thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others, a smile of disguise. But through Heaven's open door, I see tears flowing from her eyes. My mom tries to cope with my death, to keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows her knows it's her way to survive. As I watch over my surviving mom through Heaven's open door... I try to tell her that Angel protect me forevermore. I know that doesn't help her, or ease the burdens she bears. So if you get a chance, call to her And show her that you care. For no matter what she feels, my surviving mom has a broken heart that time won't ever heal.