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.
In 3 days it will be the one year anniversary of the death of your friend. You are not alone in your memories. In time, your special memories will bring greater joy than pain. But it takes...