I knew this girl.....she always had a smile on her face, running around all the time, full of life. She died one day. We weren't very close, so while her death didnt affect me badly, I see people it did.
Once in a while I have this urge to go onto her facebook profile page to check it. Sometimes I wish she would reply to the posts that they put up week after week, in the hope that one day she will reply. Or because they have no where else to go and express their grief. they can hardly call her number and hear her voice now can they?
And I imagine how I would feel if it was one of my really close friends out there. Or how it would would be if it was me out there............would people really bother leaving posts? Would I be as loved as she is? Would I have the courage to go on if it was one of my friends out there? Will I wake up in the night screaming their name? Will I leave posts on their wall because I am helpless to do anything else?
Death is a beautiful thing, yet its sad too. Its the end of the journey (or so I am told) for the person who dies, but what about all those he or she leaves behind? How are they supposed to spend the rest of their lives not knowing where the other person is gone, if they are happy, if they can hear them or see them, if they want them to miss them or to move on......What is a person supposed to do? How can one understand death?
Once in a while I have this urge to go onto her facebook profile page to check it. Sometimes I wish she would reply to the posts that they put up week after week, in the hope that one day she will reply. Or because they have no where else to go and express their grief. they can hardly call her number and hear her voice now can they?
And I imagine how I would feel if it was one of my really close friends out there. Or how it would would be if it was me out there............would people really bother leaving posts? Would I be as loved as she is? Would I have the courage to go on if it was one of my friends out there? Will I wake up in the night screaming their name? Will I leave posts on their wall because I am helpless to do anything else?
Death is a beautiful thing, yet its sad too. Its the end of the journey (or so I am told) for the person who dies, but what about all those he or she leaves behind? How are they supposed to spend the rest of their lives not knowing where the other person is gone, if they are happy, if they can hear them or see them, if they want them to miss them or to move on......What is a person supposed to do? How can one understand death?
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