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I lay here in the dark There's
so much to think about I
ask myself why, a thousand times, I
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| Earthbound
Angel 7-8-98 I have joined the score of grandchildren who believe their Grandma is an angel in disguise. Anything you could possibly color or draw was more valuable than a Van Gogh and all ways had it's place on the refrigerator door, no matter how old you were when you made it. Grandma always believed you could do anything your heart desired, even when you doubted your own ability to achieve your goal. She would never think of uttering a mean or harsh word when you were around. No matter how hard things got she always had a smile for you when you walked in the door. Grandma could always fill you up, whether it was with cookies, love or praise. She was always proud of you and never discouraged you from following your dreams. When it appeared the whole world had walked out and abandoned you Grandma was still in you corner fighting for you to get up and try again. Now there is nothing on earth stopping her from getting her wings and being the loving angel we always knew she was. |
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It was a typical Friday night and I was waiting for my boyfriend, Robert, to pick me up for our date. He was a little late but I didn't mind. I was having fun playing with my three-year-old brother Marc. When the doorbell rang at seven-ten I opened it and saw Robert wearing black from head to toe. I set Marc down and as he ran to the other room I called, "Bye mom, I'll see you later." Robert walked me to the car and opened the door. When he started the car my favorite song was on the radio. Robert drove downtown where we had reservations at a fancy restaurant. After dinner we went to see Phantom of the Opera. I loved the music and the costumes but I loved the fact I was with Robert most of all. We had been dating for the last three years. Robert had graduated a year before me and was working to save money. He and I were going to get married next year. I don't remember when I had ever felt this happy in my whole life. On the way home Robert said to me, "Sara I really love you and I don't know how else to tell you besides marring you. After you accepted I was the happiest man in the world and I promise you I will make you the happiest woman alive." I smiled at him and took his hand in mine. Neither of us noticed the car speeding towards us from a side street. By the time Robert realized what was happening it was to late. The front end of the other car struck the passenger side of Robert's car. The driver had been going 35 mph and did not even hit the breaks. I heard the door crumpling from the weight of the other car. I felt my bones shatter from the impact. I hit my head on the door window and fell towards Robert. By the time Robert had the car stopped I could not feel a thing. Robert was holding my bloody head in his lab and cried, "Oh Sara, don't die on me. I don't know what I will do with out you." His voice sounded so far away. I could not feel his hands on my head or see his tears with my eyes. I tried to tell him I loved him but I fell into unconsciousness before the words came out of my mouth. The next thing I remember was waking up on a cold metal table. There were bright lights above, and silence all around me. I saw a man lean over me; "It's to bad a drunk driver had to hit this poor girl. She must have been really pretty." I could not believe what I was hearing. Must have been pretty, what was wrong with the way I looked. "What do you want me to do with all the glass we took out of her face?" another man asked the first. "Put it into the hazardous waste basket," he replied and started to wash out the bloody rags in the sink. I started to scream and cry that I was not dead but no one heard. I was dead and there was nothing any one could do to save me. The next day I was in a coffin at the funeral home. I was in my best clothes and all my family and friends were there. There were even people I hardly knew there, crying and comforting others. My parents made sure Robert knew it was not his fault I died. "Marc, your sister is never going to be able to hold you or play with you again. A drunk driver hit my car and killed her," Robert told him. Marc did not understand because he kept telling me to wake up and play with him. After that I was put into the ground never to see my friends or family again. I can hear the people who come to my grave and pray for my soul or cry to God and ask why me. It breaks my heart when Robert and Marc come. Marc is slowly understanding what has happened and his little tears break my heart. I wish that I could be alive for one more day to say good-bye to all my friends and family. That's all I ask for. Just to say good-bye. |
