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ashley cain Junior Member
since 2000-05-12
Posts 30Texas |
No one could quite understand it. She seemed so healthy, so vibrant. It shouldn't have happened to her. She was the drill team captain, the first chair flute player, our fellow senior, and friend. I'll never forget my reaction when the phone rang that day. Mother and I were getting ready to go to town to celebrate the last house payment, and the phone rang. She answered it quickly in such vivacity, but her voice's glee had faded. "Where's Jackie?", she asked, "At the hospital!" There was an ear-splitting silence in that room. A silence that you hear only once in your life, and hope to never hear again. I had been drifting away when Mother had hung up the phone. "Honey," she said softly,"Something has happened. You and Megan were close, weren't you?" Already to distraught, and aching for her to tell me what I already knew, i shook my head. "Oh, Angel, honey, she was bulimic! Did you know that? She's dead!" The words were a thousand swords hurling towards me, so grossly strung together in a single sentence. "Oh God," I cried. The rest of it happened so quickly that I didn't understand why it existed. Jacob was giving the eulogy. He was deserving of it. Josh couldn't handle standing up infront of all those people, saying things that didn't fit with how he felt. I knew him, we all knew him, he wanted her here with us so she could march in the band with us again, dance in the drill team again, not in a coffin. Jacob was standing behind the pulpit. His eyes more solemn than I've ever seen. If they were solemn, it was during band. "No, I don't understand today. I probably never will. It is a time in which life seems lost, a time in which all of us have died, too. We will not be the same without Megan, nor will we still have all of ourselves with us. On that fine day of November 22, 1999, a piece of you and me went along with Megan. On that day the angel of death came down, and kissed her on the cheek signifying her return home. Even though she is gone, even though our hearts are swollen with anguish, we must persevere through the wilderness of adversity. And when we look at the sky, we must realize the stars don't shine any less brighter, and when we see a rainbow, the colors are only more vivid than they were before. Remember, when you are done and out, take her with you, and when you are of high spirits, take her with you. Isn't that how people go on? Our bodies may not last forever, but when we are loved beyond the ability for any of us as humans to comprehend, we are perpetuous. I remember that day. I remembered how I felt. I remember the feeling that there would never be another dancer as graceful, how there would be one less smile to cheer the cheerless, and how there would never be a flute that had a sound as charmingly sweet. We are only souls that last for a little while in the chambers we own. We become tired, ill, and crave reassurance. There is no place like home, but we aren't there, yet. We are not perfect, and we often are drowning ourselves in misery. For Megan, it is only for the best we keep her soul with us. That way, she will live with us forever." There was little to say about that eulogy, but it was mainly because Jacob had said it all. As I looked up at him, I noticed that his eyes were filled with oceans preparing to flood the entire church house. I saw his lips mumble something, but I didn't understand the words. So, I turned to Josh and asked him. "That way, we won't all go downhill. I think that's what he said," was Josh's reply. The cold feeling that creeps in at the worst time was coming in, and the funeral was over. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Ashley - sorry it took so long to get to this... A sad story, full of ripe morals and unseen things. Bulemia is a rarely acknowleged or recognized disease that hurts far too many people. If this is a true story, then hugs for your pain. If not, then congratulations on making it feel as if it were. Christopher |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Very good. It's such a sad story, if true, you've done your friend justice with this tribute. |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
I hate to echo the greats before me, but I feel must. A vivid piece of writing here on a painful pyschological disease... And indeed a great tribute. Abrahm Simons "Keep on dreamin' boy 'cause when you stop dreaming it's time to die" - Blind Melon |
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