I call to her, she sings to me, and we talk to each other every night. I look up and she is there looking back waiting for me to tell her my stories.
She sleeps during the day and then she wakes in the evening to ensure that I am safe. She watches over me every night.
When I talk to her I tell her all my stories from my past, present and hopes for the future.
When she sings to me, she sings sweet words of life, she sings softly about death and she sings powerfully about everything in between.
She is my gate way between earth and heaven and when I talk to her I feel closer to heaven.
I can talk to her for hours and learn so much, I can see her for a minute and feel comfortable and safe, and I can tell my story to her and she will be there listening.
From the moment of birth she has been there.
Some might see her as just an object, but to me she is a caregiver, a helper, a best friend and a teacher. And when you have lost someone or feel alone she will be there to help you.
She will be there for you to vent, scream at or just talk to if you have no one else.