| In Memory Of Teresa "Terry" Keating She left this earth in a burst of flames Leaving nothing recognizable but her pain May she reat in Peace... Amen. And may her green eyes Shine one day again Undulled by illness and medicine Transcend... Good-Bye, Terry, Good Luck.. God Bless... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ….and Karen and the Rest For those of you who have died by your own hand, what I’d really like to understand is why WHEN you did, and why not ten days before, or a year after? What made you decide? Being so close to the edge, always riding the line, is an intolerable place to be, and surely impossible to define. But why that minute? Why that hour? Did you ever take the pledge that you would stick it out until the end? To those of you who were friends, sure hope you are well, and spending happy hours instead of desperate days, somehow empowered by leaving your bodies behind. But no one can be certain in death what one will find. Your memories live on, and you're missed; for you are worthwhile, you know. But so does your sadness. It permeates every fiber of being and non-being, for all sadness is One; and exists constantly, vociferously, but also silently in the darkest chambers of the mind and soul. Did you really leave it behind? Do wish that you could tell one who has been so many times to that very edge, distraught and undone; feeling a fool for not just going ahead, taking the lunge once and for all… But then conscience calls, and I turn away from the ledge.. but why? is it not time? THE END ha ha stick around….. another bout begins. © Sarah Gallant 2001-2002 |