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its like you were still here


Dear Death, How could you take her away from me, she wasn't ready to die. She was only just 17 years old, she never learn what the world really mean, she never met her future husband and kids. Everyone's knew her , when she walks in the hallway in the school how she always used to be happy telling everyone Good morning and gives you her warm hugs and blow kisses to you. That I'm going to miss a lot, life won't ever be the same without her but she had to go I understand God that you needed her heaven. I know everyday that I wake up she's always watching and smiling at me. I picture her everyday making me smile joking around with each other and telling each who do we like and dislikes. Since the day you past away nothing in this world makes me happy except when I think of you. Today when I was walking I pass right by your house and I swear I could hear your voice in my head telling me stay for one moment and every time I rode my bike by the park we always hangs out. I could picture you there trying to race down the park with me and smiling and going faster trying to win. I miss that, I miss everything about I think of you all day , I pray every night just to go back or see you in my dreams and tells you how life is not the same anymore. Sincerely Maybell
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