The flood is rising rapidly. I’m beginning to lose control. It’s all I can do to continue to tread water and hope that a rescue comes soon. This flood is not water, it’s memories in my brain. They always start out with a glint of a smile in my eyes, a flash of a grin upon my face, before they turn into tears and pain. Why is it that the fondest memories cause the most pain? The ones where we are smiling and laughing cause the hardest tears and the most intense heartbreak. The missing you hits hard, like a freight train, and treading water has gotten almost unbearable. I see a lantern in the distance and I know rescue is coming if I can just maintain my strength a little longer. You reach out your hand, and you pull me out of the flood with nothing more than a smile. You’re the lifeguard in my mind, helping me manage the flood, the memories, the tears, the laughter and the smiles. Without you, my lifeguard, saving me just in time, would it have been possible for these memories to drown me in my mind?