The Begining

My greatest memory of childhood was the bedtime stories my mother Abigail told me. They were the simple stories of her childhood, filled with happiness and joy things every child should have. She told me these stories to fill my heart with love and to let me know how much she cared for me. Her wishes for me, is where my life began. I know its a great leap from the love of my mother to the story I am about to tell you, but its important that you know as the reader hows things in this life happen without judgement and reservation. My mother showed me incredible love, the kind of love that builds you up as a child and creates truly great people. The kind of people that change lives and effect the world on a daily basis. I grew up in an average neighborhood, had average friends. Went to school, studied, received average marks and went to college like my mother wished. At the age the everybody else does it, I married and my wife and I had two beautiful children, Daisy and Maisey, that is not their real name but in real life there names are that poetic. These two children now are the only good things in my life, they keep the smile of life bright for me all the time. The darkness and myself met for the first time, and that was the first time I had ever seen death at my hands. This is where we should begin