Zackary's Glow from Heaven Shines Upon Me

A short story that is true and is very close to my heart. Rest In Peace Zackary.

I am ten, you are twelve.

I am here, you are now under the ground.

I am hurt, you are gone.

I remember..........

 

I came home from school, grade six and very cold though the snow was melting and making mud in the yard. My sister awaits me, misty eyes accompany her as she greets me at the door. Her body seemingly weak from shaking and her tears cover her already pink face.

She had me sit down and she gave me a cup of Big K Cola and sat Indian style on the couch, craddling a pillow. She tried to hold her sobs in and soon confessed the bitter truth to me, like a knife in my small heart....

"Zach commited suicide today!"

 

I don't remember much of that day or the day after or week after.

Nearly eight years later, I am seventeen and I still cry over it.

I walk alone,

but I'm guided by your glow from Heaven.

Author's Note

I needed to vent. :)