An open letter to the angel whose wings grew too fastA Story by Bryanna
An open letter to the angel whose wings grew too fast.
I wish i knew what to say. It's been almost a year and we still don't speak of the night terrors that followed your burnt out light. We don't speak of the terrors your father went through, or the silence that filled even the loudest of voices. Not one person dares to speak of the way the entirety of your loved ones remained so strong, while being so broken. We don't speak, because not one of us understands, nor will we ever. How unfair it is to have you prevail through such hardships, only to have to fall silent and still. We do not understand how one little boy, not yet old enough for exams, taught so many people so many lessons, without saying a single word. You taught us to live a little free-er, love a little more open, laugh a little louder, and listen a little longer.You made every one of us understand what it is like to suffer a true, and long moment of breathlessness. But most importantly you brought each of us more than a little closer. You turned your home into a place of family and friends, bonfires and breakfasts. You tied us each a little closer as we all began to fall apart. You gave us the wonderful gift of friendship, laughter, memories, and fun, but you also gave us the greatest gift of all. You gave us back each other. I only wish you could have done it without the tragedy brought with it. I only wish you could see us now. Thank you; for giving us all back our support, our daughters, friends, neighbours, cousins, and taking away our blind dismissal. Thank you, for being you. We will meet again, maybe not in this life or the next, but in the soundest of sleeps, and the most peaceful moments, I'll hear you, just as i did that day.
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StatsAuthorBryannaB.C., CanadaAboutlooking for an outlet for all the thoughts pilling up in my head. more..Writing
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