On the day of the funeral, we all gathered to pay our respects. And as each of us filed past the coffin, staring at the statue of your soul, I wondered, what would next year be like? I whispered my questions through the air, heavy with remorse. "A year after your death, what will it be like? Will I still miss your laugh, will I still remember it? How will it be ... working without your voice outside my door, not being able to go to you for advice? Will I learn to get used to it? I hope not.
A year after your death, will I remember all the wisdom you had given me? Will I be able to give it to others? Will I be effective in entreating others to remember your soul? It's important.
A year after your death, will I still believe we were friends, or will I subjugate my memory to that which others would tell me ... that you were only being nice ... No, I will not believe it. We were friends - are friends; still, I hope.
A year after your death, will Valentine's day feel any different? Will I be able to get past the loss in my soul at your passing and focus on the love your soul gave so gracefully to so many others - friends, family, colleagues. Will I be able to emulate your example? You have taught me well. I think I will."
It's been six months since that day, and I can't leave the crime unsolved. I can't forget how it all began; how the tragedy happened; and how my life has changed since ...
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Diana Kathryn Plopa
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