Memories of my childhood really have faded with age. I used to scoff at my elders and think it would be possible with my mind to keep moments of time in glass forever and be able to look back on them when I wanted, but the further away from my life and times as a child, the less resolution I can see my life with.
It really comes down to feelings. I had a great childhood in a lot of ways, and it was challenging in others. One constant in my life, and the meaning behind the title, was the endless light that shone from within the people who raised me.
Kind, warm, community minded people who gave the twilight years of their lives to raising a child they didn’t choose to have. I am biased, and I know they weren’t perfect people, but they gave me stability and shared their light with me from my first day until their last days. No one could ask for more than that.
In the place I was raised, I grew my mind, learned what commitment and hard work looks like, and found shelter from the dark days to come.
I am, and always will be grateful for the life I have been afforded thanks to them.
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