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“Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad” -Christina Georgina Rossetti

 This has been true for me the past few days. I find myself thinking back to a life that cannot ever be again. A life that i had in America, where i knew every street and every shop with my eyes closed. A life lived in an old house that holds so many memories for me and my brothers, hearing the birds chirping happily, rolling in the cool grass, smelling gardenias outside my window in spring, making snow angels in the bit of snow in winter, catching fireflys on warm summer nights, and feeling the cool breeze on my face in Autumn. That house in Virginia holds so many special moments that i wish more than anything that i could bring back, but i know that can never be. And life goes on.

School is busy, and i am in the 5th week of school, half way done with the term already. 5 more weeks of being a seventh grader. that is a very scary thought. band and choir are still going but i have stopped volleyball because of my busy schedule. i have very little down time and as a result, i have become very tired and i am not sleeping well, so i am trying to cut down on my schedule.

 i was going through some old letters that i have had for years and i came across some letters that my grandfather sent me along with some my grandma has sent me. i found myself missing him and realizing perhaps for the first time that he is never coming back. i found myself writing a song, or perhaps a rather long poem dedicated to him….here goes :

Here a moment, gone forever

how i wish that i could tesser

to say the words left on my lips

to let you know how much i miss

    the little things you used to say

    the simple gestures that made me smile

    oh tell me why can’t you come back

    oh please come back to me

all the times, i wish i could remember

to think back on the times we’ve shared

of all the smiles and tender moments

i’m gonna miss you till i come home

   the little things i miss the most

   the notes you sent me in your shaky hand

   oh tell me why can’t you come back

   oh please come back to me

ours on earth, the Lord’s forever

when the trumpet sounds, ill see you then

until that moment, i will always miss

   the little things i will never

   hear from your silent lips

   but have a blast as you walk forever

   with the One who saved you

   but come on back when i need you most

   come on back in my dreams

i truly will miss him, with his loving embraces and i know i will regret not telling him enough how much i truly appreciated him. but i know he is in good hands and i can’t wait to see him in Heaven.

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