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The rest of school wasn�t very interesting. It was just a period of growing up. More momentous events occurred out of school. One such event that I remember well was the trip that my parents had planned for weeks on. We were going to go camping in the Blue Ridge Parkway. I thought it was going to be a boring trip out in the woods no different than our own. I hope heaven is as beautiful as it was. How when the sun rose just over the mountains way off in the east. It�s face slowly painting the mist of the Smoky Mountains. Then when you turned around you could gaze upon the moon as it was leaving it�s place in the sky. It was a perfect solitude. I never thanked you, mom, dad, for taking me there. I thank you for showing me what true beauty is. I thank you for giving me the idea that Heaven will be a much more beautiful place.
Memories like that sunset are cherished in my special box. I cherish it not just because it was the most beautiful spot in the world, but because I was with the people I loved. These people in which I refer to as my family. |
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The memories I have shared I hope will go with you everywhere you go. They say that you should live each day as your last. Whoever said that quote couldn�t be anymore right. As I lay here writing this letter, more and more quotes come to mind. I won�t share with you all of these, but one that is the most important is that of, �You don�t know what you have until it�s gone� You can take that as you want it, I can�t help you on that one. Life teaches you the most important lessons that you can have. Sadly my life will almost undeniably be ended soon. Before I end this letter, I want to share with you my saddest memory. Yet this memory is my most precious of all. |
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I remember sitting by the window at the hospital with my parents sitting beside me. I had been having some problems lately, and they took me in to get it checked. Later after many tests, I guess the doctors came to a conclusion. They took my parents that were next to my bed and left me staring out the window. I remember them smiling at me as they told me they would be back. I remember waiting in my bed looking at the door. After a while I got up from my bed and left my room. I walked in the direction I saw them leave. The halls seemed quiet that night. I could only hear my feet as I scuffled down the hall in my slippers. As I walked I looked through the window and saw my dad holding my mother as they talked to the doctor. I started to cry when I saw that my parents were crying too. I walked in front of the glass window to the door. I guess my mom saw me, because when I opened the door, she was there with open arms, to greet me.
That night was filled with tears and sorrows. I had been diagnosed as having a brain tumor. They only estimated me to live for another few weeks. My family never left my side. When they did, I wrote this letter. I know I couldn�t write it in front of you. Even though you came back, I still couldn�t show you this letter. It wouldn�t mean the same if you had read it when I was there with you, physically. I will always be with you, until we meet again. When we do I will greet you with open arms. I love you mom, and I love you dad. I have never dealt with death before.� |
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As the preacher�s voice ended with the final words of the letter, a tear fell down his face. Silent people sobbed to themselves as the preacher folded the letter and handed it to the boy�s parents. The ones that were called mom and dad, took the letter with open arms. |
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I shed tears for all of the days that have passed, and I raise my head.
Smile.
And look to the years to come. |
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