Age Rating: 16 +
Sometimes I sit here and just feel the breeze pass over my body,
and I think maybe your waiting for me to tell you something other then me
just sitting here silently. If only I could have met you, why couldnít you have waited until after I was born? Why did you have to go to heaven? God doesn't need you as much as I do.
Sometimes I get so mad because you left me here with all these people, all these people who are missing you, all these people that always talk about you. You left a feud behind with me in the middle. Couldnít you have waited? Then maybe everyone would be different. Maybe grammie would be happier and mom wouldnít be so depressed...and auntie...well that's a different story... I donít know if you would really be able to help her now...now that her daddy has passed away. Maybe you know him? Maybe he is here right now listing, thinking of a way to help? Oh how I hope he could help us now...
I finally did it. I told her, I told her I wanted to be in the military. I need to feel like Iím something, I feel like there is a greater purpose for my life and I so desperately want to be like you. I donít know you, but I feel like you are always around you know? When I am alone and sad I just think of how great it would be if I could meet you even if it was only once.
I think this is why I became a writer, in stories I get to write the plot, I get to control what happens next. To set the fate of a character is a wonderful feeling because you know nothing bad will every happen to that person. And I just wish that character could have of been you.