She let me fly as high as I wanted to, watching from a distance. If there was any danger of an impending storm or threatening tree lines, she’d reel me in just enough. She never wanted to ground me, just keep me out of harm’s way. It was her guidance that taught me how to fly. From time to time, I find myself caught in the rain, or stuck in branches that I can’t get myself out of. I wish you could just pull me in again, I wish I still had you to come back to.