February 13th. Today, she would have been nineteen years old. Today, she would have bragged about how she's 3-and-some months older than me. Today, she would have partied all day... and then she would have come home to tell me all about it; I would have laughed as she told me the high points--no pun intended. Today, her mother and her father would have given her a cake, probably a cookie cake. Today, they would have sang to her, she would have smiled her beautiful smile and enjoyed her last birthday before twenty. Today, her brother would have looked up to her and imagined what it will be like when he, too, is nineteen years old. Today, she would have danced with her cats and possibly caught it on web cam for me to giggle at. Today would have been just another birthday.
Today, and every day, I'm going to brood on what the world has lost... what I have truly lost.... in losing an 18-year-old Melanie, a 19-year-old Melanie, a 20-year-old Melanie, an every-age Melanie...: More than can be expressed in a stupid, unknown blog, this much is certain...
/hug
ReplyDeleteShall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
She will always live through you, through everyone she touched.
I'm so sorry... hope you're okay today...