John stood there as he watched his mother disappear before his very eyes, unable to do anything to stop it. Although it was just part of her soul, and not her true body, he felt as if she had just died before him.
Just as he met his mother for the first time, she disappeared before he could truly spend any time with her. While she had answered many of his questions and even blessed him with an incredible gift, John didn't care about any of that.
"I didn't even get to ask my mother for her name," John mumbled softly as he stared into space despondently.
His eyes began to become misty once more, but his mothers words regarding strength above all else reappeared in his mind, stirring him from his self-pity.
"Mother is right. Sitting here in sadness won't accomplish anything. Only with strength can I break free of the shackles that keep me from the truth. Only with strength can I meet her once again."
