It begins with the endA Chapter by Sarah"Violance multiplied by violance is a deeper darkness in a night already devoid of stars"- Martian Luther King Jr. "In the life of a man, his time is but a moment... his sense, a dim rushlight. All that is body is as coursing waters... All that is of the soul, as dreams and vapors."- Marcus Aurelius _________________________________________________________________________________ It wasn't supposed to happen like this, the path of hate followed him and captured him. What started as a feud with their parents ended with him. And now we sit here crying as we watch them carry him away with a blanket over his face. I once heard a person say “Violence multiplied by violence is a deeper darkness in a night already devoid of stars.” That is what happened last night, this war that he thought he could handle took him up and blinked out another star in the already dim sky making it even darker. I wonder how my piece of life crumbled through my fingertips, when it took so long to build it. To where we were yesterday, a week ago compared to two long years was progress. We had worked through the rough patches but now I have to work alone. I am not sure if I will be able to hold it together or if I will fall. He was my everything but now he is gone, he left me here with her alone and he said we would be together forever. I guess that was my mistake believing in forever. My father held a hand on my shoulder. “Ready to go Sienna?” I casted a longing look up at the casket. “Take her, please. I need a moment.” My father nodded and took my eight month old daughter. Our daughter. I walked up to the casket and whispered. “Dave how could you leave me alone? Leave Abbey without her father. You should of asked for help.” My warm hand collided with his cold pale face as I tried to seek comfort from my dead lover. I wiped the tears away and his father came up to me. “Dave loved you and Abbey, you were his world. I hope I can still see my granddaughter.” I smiled at the man who became a second father to me. He had lost his wife and son to this same path. “Some one has to tell her of her daddy.” I was reminded once again I was young with a child and no father. I closed my eyes and tried to regain composure. I wanted to yell at Dave, get angry anything but cry. It had to be another joke of his, he couldn't be dead. Just couldn't.... I turned away and walked down the isle of the church, never would I wed him. Never would we be a complete family. The things we spoke of even at a young age was taken. The saying has up held, really only the good die young. I mean he was only eighteen. I walked over to my father and held our baby girl in my arms, never did I think i would have to raise her with out Dave. It was almost cruel that I had to look into her fathers emerald eyes, she would forever be my reminder of the what could of been. We made out way to the grave site and a preecher stood and spoke. "In the life of a man, his time is but a moment... his sense, a dim rushlight. All that is body is as coursing waters... all that is of the soul, as dreams and vapors. God has chosen for Dave to rise with him and forever take him from our arms, he has another purpose for Dave and in this time of mourning, look out side your self to see how Dave has changed one persons life, how he touched everyone he met. Dave is and will never fully be gone, as long as we all keep him in our memory and if you look hard enough, you can find him in the littlest things." The preacher spoke calm and cool, he looked down at the girl in my arms and i sighed as i pushed a lock of the infints red hair back, she was beautiful. The best and worst of Dave and I. She had the red hair of mine, hopefully will darken in time, and Dave's bright emerald colored eyes. She waved her tiny fist in front of my face and I pushed my hair back and stared at her making faces. She doesn't understand why or what is going on but one day she will know. She will find out why her father isn't around. To her, he will be a hero as he should be. But to me, he is just my lover, my friend and the person I trusted the most. One day Abbey would know all of Dave Marks, her father that was taken from this world before being fully exposed... © 2010 Sarah |
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