death
How does one go about turning an expression of their love and admiration for someone into a speech at a funeral??
My hero died.
She died fighting. Went down swinging.
I was with her when she went. There was no pain. She knew she was loved and that peace awaited her. Earlier that night I held her hand and looked into her eyes. I told her...
Nina, it's ok. You have been so strong for so long. I know you are tired. It's okay to let go. It's okay if you are scared. I'm scared too. But I know there is something better for you...waiting. So when you are ready, just sleep. Let all the pain go. All the suffering...let it go. I won't be selfish anymore. I will miss you so much, but know that you are finally at peace. No more pain. I promise you won't be alone. I'll be right here. And everything will be okay. I love you so much. You are my hero. I promise everything is going to be okay. I promise.
I love her so much. Will anybody ever understand? That's ok, because SHE understood. Even if we never said it, I know she knew.
Everything came falling down last night...well, everything that was left. I stared death in the face as I felt the blood from my wounded heart drip down my cold and numbing body. And now? I feel no pain. I know I'm wounded and bleeding, but the wound is so bad I cannot feel. I want to cry. I want to crawl. I want to live. To love. And to be loved.
I stared death in the face and I chose life.
Tomorrow I must remind myself of the promise I made to my beloved hero. I will tell her story. I will sing her sorrows and triumphs. Homage to her memory and comfort in the truth.
I can only pray and strive to be half as strong as she was. And if I ever come close to reaching her great heights I owe it to her example. To the life she led and the good she did. She was an amazing person, selfless and forgiving.
Although I cry a thousand tears and beg her to return, I know that I must pick up her torch and continue to illuminate the darkness. To honor her pain and all that she endured. All without complaint and without straying from her faith. I am strong in her and through her love. Through her legacy and through her memory.
Although I sit here with the pieces of my heart so fragile in my hands, there remains one piece, one solid piece that can never be corrupted. That is where she will be forever, my strength. Her love and her memory. She went home, and a part of me went with her.
Nina, I will never stray from the love you taught me to feel. You are my hero.
Rest in peace.
I will see you when I am called home.
So long and goodnight...
My hero died.
She died fighting. Went down swinging.
I was with her when she went. There was no pain. She knew she was loved and that peace awaited her. Earlier that night I held her hand and looked into her eyes. I told her...
Nina, it's ok. You have been so strong for so long. I know you are tired. It's okay to let go. It's okay if you are scared. I'm scared too. But I know there is something better for you...waiting. So when you are ready, just sleep. Let all the pain go. All the suffering...let it go. I won't be selfish anymore. I will miss you so much, but know that you are finally at peace. No more pain. I promise you won't be alone. I'll be right here. And everything will be okay. I love you so much. You are my hero. I promise everything is going to be okay. I promise.
I love her so much. Will anybody ever understand? That's ok, because SHE understood. Even if we never said it, I know she knew.
Everything came falling down last night...well, everything that was left. I stared death in the face as I felt the blood from my wounded heart drip down my cold and numbing body. And now? I feel no pain. I know I'm wounded and bleeding, but the wound is so bad I cannot feel. I want to cry. I want to crawl. I want to live. To love. And to be loved.
I stared death in the face and I chose life.
Tomorrow I must remind myself of the promise I made to my beloved hero. I will tell her story. I will sing her sorrows and triumphs. Homage to her memory and comfort in the truth.
I can only pray and strive to be half as strong as she was. And if I ever come close to reaching her great heights I owe it to her example. To the life she led and the good she did. She was an amazing person, selfless and forgiving.
Although I cry a thousand tears and beg her to return, I know that I must pick up her torch and continue to illuminate the darkness. To honor her pain and all that she endured. All without complaint and without straying from her faith. I am strong in her and through her love. Through her legacy and through her memory.
Although I sit here with the pieces of my heart so fragile in my hands, there remains one piece, one solid piece that can never be corrupted. That is where she will be forever, my strength. Her love and her memory. She went home, and a part of me went with her.
Nina, I will never stray from the love you taught me to feel. You are my hero.
Rest in peace.
I will see you when I am called home.
So long and goodnight...