Oh, how I see the beautiful spirit of your shining mum through your brilliance. You are the beacon she sent into the world and you will always hold yourself as a strong and committed light that every day of your gleaming life will be a tribute to hers.
How terrible and wonderful is the power of your devotion that inspires me through the pain of your grieving. Through the hole where the hollow wind blows there grows the flame of your love for your dear mother and nothing can ever extinguish the radiance of its heat no matter how mighty the dirge of your mourning.
Thank you, Louis, for giving us the gift of knowing your mum by you and your caring so much to share with us here.