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by Becca Feb 28, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I look up at the sky, and think about you, how special you were to me, until one day to heaven you flew we had our good times, also the bad, most of the time we were happy, occasionally we were mad you told me never to hide, what I felt or thought, You never made it very clear, why you taught me the things you taught you said to stand up for myself, to always be strong and brave, I tried, I really did, everytime I visited your grave I'd try to pull myself together, to be calm and not cry, but the tears just kept on flowing, not matter how hard I would try I cried for you and myself, for the times I saw you in pain, I couldn't bear to watch it. so I'd grow quiet and stare out at the rain you'd hold my hand, and tell me everything would be alright, I believed you up until then, on that dark, sad night I was too young to quite understand, what was happening to you, you were fine just a minute ago, I just cried and prayed you'd pull through I saw the look on my grandmothers face, and I knew something must be wrong, I wanted to lay down and cry, but you told me to be strong I remember the day of the funeral, the big church it was held in, I was surrounded by faces I didnt know, but all of a sudden I began to grin I knew you wouldn't want all this crying, so I tried to lighten the mood, I told people you were in heaven, but that made them all the more crude I don't know why they didn't want to talk, I didn't know why it was wrong, to laugh and celebrate, when heaven was where you belonged to this day, my tears have dried, I don't cry anymore, I know you're looking down on me, and one day, I'll see you once more.