If we are fortunate, we are given a warning.
If not, there is only the sudden horror,
the wrench of being torn apart;
of being reminded that nothing is permanent,
not even the ones we love, the ones our lives revolve around.
Life is a fragile affair.
We are all dancing on the edge of a precipice,
a dizzying cliff so high we can't see the bottom.
One by one, we lose those we love most into the dark ravine.
So we must cherish them without reservation.
Now. Today. This minute.
We will lose them or they will lose us someday.
This is certain. There is no time for bickering.
And their loss will leave a great pit in our hearts;
a pit we struggle to avoid during the day and fall into at night.
Some, unable to accept this loss,
unable to determine the worth of life without them,
jump into that black pit spiritually or physically,
hoping to find them there.
And some survive
the shock, the denial, the horror,
the bargaining, the barren, empty aching,
the unanswered prayers, the sleepless nights
when their breath is crushed under the weight of silence
and all that it means.
Somehow, some survive all that and,
like a flower opening after a storm,
they slowly begin to remember
the one they lost in a different way...
The laughter,
the irrepressible spirit,
the generous heart,
the way her smile made them feel.
And in time, they fill the pit
with other memories; the only memories that really matter.
We will still cry. We will always cry.
But with loving reflection more than hopeless longing.
On this one year anniversary that is how we survive.
That is how the story should end.
That is how she would want it to be.
Paige you are loved and missed so much in our lives. Until we meet again you will live forever in our hearts and be forever missed!!!