CRAZY-WHiT3-GiRL

 In moments alone, filled with solemn silence, I think. I think of life and its many joys, which sometimes seem like so few. I think deeply about how we all got to where we are today, combining religion and science together. I think about love and what it really means and really feels like. I think of death and the many ways that things "die". Death is interpreted so many different ways. Religiously, it is described as the leaving of a soul from a body. Scientifically, it is the lack of life and decomposing of a body. When hearing the terms "die", "death", or "dead", people instantly think of funerals and graves. But there are so many dif

Why? Just, why? I can mourn your death, but I am still so angry with you. Why did you choose this? Why did you leave us? Your sister is distraught each night, thinking of you, even though nearly two months has passed. No one seems to realize how much this hurts me as well. I still cannot believe that its real, that you're truly gone. Maybe I'll realize it at my birthday party, or Christmas, or Jessie or Jack's birthday. Maybe not until your birthday, or your death day. I know that you are dead. I have seen you dead in a casket. I have seen your ashes sink into a grave. I have left a flower for you. I have joined a memorial. I wear your jacke