May Day

This is a true story;
Once, my godparents took me on a walk up a hill near where we live. I was five or six, and started running the last stretch up to the top. They ran the few hundred yards after me, scared I'd trip or fall. When they caught up, I was stood on the crest of the hill and said, "Thank you God, for letting me reach the top of this mountain!"

Today was my godfather's funeral, and although God and I aren't close right now, I'd like to say thank you somewhere at least. I was so lucky to have such a person in my life, and I'm grateful for people like that in my life who tell me stories, watch over me and love me unconditionally.
He will be so missed; I hope he knows I will meet him at the top of the mountain.

Happy May Day everyone.