In memorium

I'd like the memory of me

to be a happy one.

I'd like to leave an after glow

of smiles when life is done.

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I'd like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways

of happy times and laughing times

and bright and sunny days.

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I'd like the tears of those who grieve

to dry before the sun

of happy memories I leave

when life is done.

- author unknown

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I went to high school with Ashley and in the fall after we graduated, she died. We were never really friends, but in a school with a graduating class of about a hundred every knows everyone. And everyone certainly knew Ashley.

She was the popular one, the one everyone wanted to be, the one whose future was absolutely unlimited. She was so beautiful and so bubbly. Six years later, I still remember how her nose wrinkled up when she laughed.

Our chemistry teacher did her eulegy and read this inscription from Ashley's yearbook: "Everyone hates Ashley because she has no zits and no hips." You could watch her for hours and not find fault with her.

For six years she has been laying in a box underground after a car accident stole her away. I wish I could know that she's happy and having a great time floating around in the sky. I wish I could know that she knows I care. I wish I knew that heaven exists.

I miss you and your beautiful soul.