The failures that they never saw as failures just the passages of life. The bad decisions that they told you weren’t so bad because they taught you how to make good ones. The times you were a scared little kid convinced that there was a ghost under your bed. Your mother stayed with you, held you and made sure you knew that you were safe and that if just for a second you could not breathe; she would breathe for you.
We all take our first breath and we all take our last breath. It’s the ones we take in-between that make the difference.
For my brother Chuck who stood by me inhaling, exhaling - not leaving until I could breathe on my own.