A day after my mother left this world, reality hit me and hard. I broke down, couldn't think, talk, or do anything right, I basicly crashed with no way of reparing.

You see, my mother was practically the gasoline to my engine, the fire in my fernace,... the very essence that runs me. I broke down because I knew that reality was here and to stay.

Yes I was a mama's boy but not in the same sense everyone sees as a 'mama's boy'. instead of me running to her about my problems, I talked to her about her problems and tried to ease her nerves. She came first before anyone including myself, I was dedicated.

Now her problems have been taken away, her pain, her suffering, her regret, and her lose. And I look to the sky everyday I wake up... I don't say anything, no, not a sound emit from me but my spirit yerns for an answer... What am I to do now? I'm on my own... no more walking hand-n-hand, no more personal tips, no more aiding when I'm in tight situations... I'm on my own now

So I look to the sky... and yern for an answer...

"What now Mama? What am I to do now?"