Last year, a very good friend of mine died. Her name was Sarah. She was only 17, hadn't finished high-school..... and everyone she knew knows that she was such a wonderful person and would have become something great had she lived. She contracted a disease similar to menenjochochal (sp?), was in a coma for three weeks, had her legs amputated while in a coma, but sadly past away on the evening of October 9th, 2000.
Sarah meant a great deal to me..... she still does. She is truly an inspiration for me. I can honestly say that she was the best person I ever knew.... and I feel her absence.... and the pain of losing her everyday.
Yesterday (5th July 2001), I received an appreciation card from Sarah's mother and sister. With it, came a poem that moved me to tears. I just thought that I'd share it with the Kittens here. It is untitled and the author is unknown. Nevertheless, it seemed like something I just had to share:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the sweet uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am no there; I did not die.
Anon.
Once again, I am sorry if this shouldn't have been posted at this board..... but I have been told before that I should share things with the Kittens.... that we help each other with our pain.
Thank you.
~Pixie~