I wrote this about a dear friend whose life was stolen from her in the midst of her youth. Although grief is an emotion that we often feel we will never recover from, there is truth and a reason for everything. One day, our tears will wash away the sorrow, but time will never wash away our dear memories. For even death has no control over the boundaries of love.
No More Tears To Cry |
| by Pamela |
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a year and a half since that cold day in January yet I still remember it like it was yesterday (I guess to me it always will be ) rain poured down as if it desperately needed to rid itself of all moisture as if the clouds felt that they had to ring out all the water that night that very night or else the world would come to a drastic end to me that "end" seemed to come anyway the streets were pools of water cars spinning out of control she never had a chance to grow up fifteen she was merely fifteen too young to experience life on her own yet too old to have it spoon-fed to her she wanted to be independent a rebel she wanted to say that she had done it without her parents ever knowing but they found out 2:00 AM knock on the door "I'm sorry ma'am" was the first words out of his mouth "your daughter was killed tonight in a car accident" the world came to a halting stop and yet the room still managed to continue to spin "you don't know what you are talking about" "my baby . . . my baby, she's upstairs sleeping" frantically she ran up the stairs she was gone no where to be found its over she was identified it was really her a best friend to so many . . . her life stolen away I heard the next day full of disbelief I acted as if I never heard the words "lies . . . our school is so full of lies . . . its only a nasty rumor, you know how that is" was my reply to the news that soon became a reality to me shortly after I saw her lying . . . still no movement although I could have sworn that at any moment she was just going to rise up out of the baby blue bed that she rested in and bring peace to a room full of grief it didn't even look like her it wasn't her too long I glared at her questions running through my mind like a freight train at a speed to fast to comprehend "God, she was just a child. How could a life so young, be stolen so quickly? " no reply I got infuriated with Him she was a good kid just made a few bad choices I never thought they were severe enough to be punishable by death the next day as I witnessed the casket that held the breathless body of my dear friend be lowered into the earth tears poured down my cheeks like rain out of heaven it was so cold that day I could feel the salty droplets dry hard on my face fifteen degrees I wondered for so long about the life of my friend I pondered this question so many times why shall the innocent die, while the murderers run free? how come she never got to fulfill the "perfect" plan that we are all promised? it has taken me this year and a half to understand the loss of my friend it has taken me this long to realize that her plan was played out it is all summed up in this one word that often brings shutters to the bones of so many "lessons" her death was a lesson to all that she left behind life is fragile there is no way that we can control who lives and dies all we can do is have faith that we will get through it good and bad are obvious and sometimes not so obvious right and wrong choices can determine life or death so it's time for us to wake up mourn no more for time will heal our broken hearts and one day there will be no more tears to cry |