The Ultimate Gift...
She was a victim, also a victor.
Her life was cut short by a single shot.
Fate intervened, an unknown predictor,
Of who will live 'n who will not.
in Dying Poems
Do not weep for me, for I will soon be gone.
My body may die, but my soul will live on.
Perhaps up to heaven, maybe eternity,
or be reborn as another, when I am set free.
Watching my 17-year-old friend pass killed me. Although you are gone, you haven't left my memory. Although you're still here, I miss you every day. I know you are watching over me, but...