If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Why do the best people leave us so soon after arriving? 24 years is too young to go.
Lately I have been feeling kind of sad. And it is delayed, the sadness. I had no parents growing up
but the death of a dA friend over a year ago hurts me more than thinking about their absence.
I don't understand how people can seriously talk about ending their own lives, that is terrible.
Humans are so complex; we grow accustomed to one another that once they're gone,
we can no longer continue on the same path. We must create a new altered one.
I yearn to know what people who have recently passed did in their last few days, or minutes.
Did they know enough to prepare? How can someone prepare to die?
How can a 17 year old girl who has been successfully battling cancer prepare to exchange
goodbyes with her family? She has had so little time to grow! But less than two decades is
plenty of time to leave a lasting impression on the world, including the dA community.
Or my friend, a 24 year old author, a mother-to-be... gone. Dead. A victim of her own body.
How can God do this? Snatch away the ones we cherish most? I don't understand that.
Tears are shed everyday for the people taken away too soon. I hope they reach them.
I hope the ones we have lost know of our sorrow. It isn't easy moving on without you,
but you will never be forgotten:
The ages may be a little off, forgive me.