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June 2004
The Mountain's Secret
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
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Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!
Moutains and Valleys
Fun Links
Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
Blog Shares -Who's winning today?
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She handed me thirteen roses, I was to place them on the graves where lie my cousins, my ancestors, my aunts, my uncles. Starting at one side I took each solitary red rose and placed it beneath a name. Zephirin Robidoux, Isabelle Campbell, John C Campbell, Marieanne Gratton... I passed them one by one, placing a solitary rose on each grave. Until at last there were no more graves, and I held still one rose. This one was different. The others had been red. The red of the blood that beats through our bodies, keeping us alive day after day, the red of our hearts, that love others unconditionally. This one was not red, but white. White. White like the snow that fell as we celebrated birthdays, and Christmases, and Thanksgivings. White like that which surronded your blue eyes, as you watched us play, as you made sure we were safe. White as was your skin when I saw you laying there, lifeless. White. It was nothing, but it was so much. This one last rose I laid on Grandpère’s grave for it was his day. A year later I laid on one Grandpa’s grave, for his day had come. And today, today I should lay one on Nana’s grave, for her time has come.
Salt tears ran down my check. They still do when I lay yet another white rose on the earth. But it’s not the person, but the flower that brings those tears. As I lay every rose, the memories of those other roses come back, all of the memories of my fifteen years.
For the people I do not always cry. I did not cry for Great Granny, I did not cry for Grandpa, I did not cry for Vicky, nor for Matante Isabelle. And yet, for Matante June I cried. I cried for Grandpère. And but one day ago, I cried for Nana.
You asked me why you didn’t cry, you said it was a disgrace. You felt so bad, your heart was torn in two, and yet you didn’t cry. You asked me why, you needed answers. I said, because you care. You care, you don’t want to accept that she’s gone, because you love her. You don’t cry because you know she hurts no longer, she doesn’t suffer anymore. You don’t cry because you know she was at peace in her last days, that she was content with her life, that she loved you, as you love her. You don’t cry because crying an ocean still wouldn’t encompass your grief, your pain, your sorrow. I know. I cried an ocean every time I cried, and yet when I had no tears left to cry I wanted to cry some more.
For me it was different, I cried because I cared. I cried because I knew that they would never smile again, would never plant another seed. They would never laugh at another joke, never fight for the last cookie, never tell a bedtime story, never sing around a fire. I cried because I knew that never again would they see the love they created. You do not cry because you know that that love lives on.
On Tuesday June 8th Lena Tingle passed away. Though she feels not the pain of her cancer now, we will miss her dearly and forever love her.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
*hugs*
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I want to say something, but I don't know what... so I'll just let the hugs speak for itself...
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Edicius - June 14, 2004, 3:43 p
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