She is with you through the Battle

(*photo courtesy of Leigh Ann Tuohy)

This for every high school football player I have ever seen, been next to, or have known in my life.

Read this before you go into battle on the gridiron the next time. Even the roughest, toughest of all of you will know of what I speak. When I played so many years ago, my father had a Big Band and couldn't make many of my games. There wasn't one game I ever played, one time I ever carried the ball, that I didn't try to find my Mother's eyes on the sideline. Through the highs and lows, the joy and dispair, the triumphs and the bitter agonies, she was always there.

Read this my friend, and remember who is always there for you. Whether it is on the sidelines in the stands, or in the heavens, she is always watching over you. Never forget what you are about to read as long as you live.

(Thank you Stacy Dugan Hurlburt for bringing this back to my memory. Your boys will always remember)

"Your Mother is always with you.

She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.

She's the cool hand on your brow when your not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter winter day.

She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep., the colors of a rainbow. She is Christmas morning.

Your Mother lives inside your laughter.

She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take.

She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.

But nothing on earth can seperate you.

Not time, not space, not even death."