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the building. You and I both know there was nothing wrong with the shirt,or in your case your life, except what you made of it. Things could have been better in your favour sure,but if life were easy with everything handed to you on a silver platter,it would be boring and you would have learned nothing and babe that's not living! So that "shirt",or your life is what you make of it. I'm the manager,call me customer service if you will,I'm here to soul repossess".
I remember screaming as Grear turned and looked deep into my soul,his eyes burning intensely to the core of my being. I felt the sensation of the car leaving the road as it flew off into a fence,down the steep embankment and into a lake. It's depths rushing up to greet me. The sound of gurgling water resonated all around the car. It was too late to tell anyone anymore that I was sorry,no more I love yous' could be said, I thought of my family and how much I loved them and the regrets too late to change. I found myself thinking back to my last English class at school before I skipped out. We were taking William Shakespeare's play "Hamlet". I remembered a soliloquy by Prince Hamlet where he faked madness and melancholy,it came to me in the now very real melancholy of my own "To die, to sleep, To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life".
Part of the last line of the soliloquy sat unforgiving in my mind's memory "Be all my sins remembered," Shakespeare was a wise man,but then I guess that came with having lived life to the fullest.
I used to love going to the lake when my family could afford it, it always seemed so peaceful. It is amazing how different people's experiences changes your view on things. Whether it tarnishes your opinion,or polishes it, depends on the individual it seems. I felt I should be afraid,to fear the old comfort of a Lake's water,seeing my death before me enshroud in a watery tomb,but it slowly evaporated,the fear left my being,stretched like many tendrils of spiritual fibres slithering away,replaced by a calmness.
My vision got fuzzy. my last moments a blur,I felt my last breath escape as the darkness engulfed me,"I love you,...I'm sorry,...remember me," I had finally found what I was looking for,Peace.
I could go home now.
I felt my soul release as I shed my body, warm light shone brightly before me and I felt my spirit rise into it. I saw Kyle,smiling as he ran towards me,hugged me and we laughed and talked as he took me home....
EPILOGUE
* The car would be found the following afternoon,pulled from the water,with Lizzie at the wheel of a car reported stolen the night before. Official reports said it was blizzarding that night,road conditions were poor due to bad visibility,roads were slippery too and that it was just a tragic accident. No details could ever be confirmed with the theft itself as there were no witnesses to the crime. The owner after reporting the car's theft,mysteriously disappeared.
The events leading up to the crash were able to be partially traced thanks to a stuffed toy found in her backpack,a toy Husky with a tag on it's collar,a nearby town's restaurant name and address displayed on it. A waitress confirmed the girl's presence there,last seen leaving with a stranger,who despite the restaurant patron's accounts,nobody could seem to remember a description of the man,no matter how hard they tried.
The waitress,Holly through police help(Her family was notified from the I.D. that was found in her backpack),arranged to meet the family,she told them how Lizzie had loved them and was sorry for any grief she caused,that she would was going to change her life around. Holly did not remember actually talking to Lizzie about this,but somehow she knew and it brought the Daniels family peace.
Lizzie was buried four days later,with her toy Husky clasped in her hands and her Napkin written life story,tucked into it's collar. Her family was forever changed,... they moved out West with the help of their new friend Holly. They never forgot Lizzie and they lived each day to the fullest. On the faithful day they each in turn passed away,many years later,Lizzie's spirit was always first to welcome them home*
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I remember screaming as Grear turned and looked deep into my soul,his eyes burning intensely to the core of my being. I felt the sensation of the car leaving the road as it flew off into a fence,down the steep embankment and into a lake. It's depths rushing up to greet me. The sound of gurgling water resonated all around the car. It was too late to tell anyone anymore that I was sorry,no more I love yous' could be said, I thought of my family and how much I loved them and the regrets too late to change. I found myself thinking back to my last English class at school before I skipped out. We were taking William Shakespeare's play "Hamlet". I remembered a soliloquy by Prince Hamlet where he faked madness and melancholy,it came to me in the now very real melancholy of my own "To die, to sleep, To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life".
Part of the last line of the soliloquy sat unforgiving in my mind's memory "Be all my sins remembered," Shakespeare was a wise man,but then I guess that came with having lived life to the fullest.
I used to love going to the lake when my family could afford it, it always seemed so peaceful. It is amazing how different people's experiences changes your view on things. Whether it tarnishes your opinion,or polishes it, depends on the individual it seems. I felt I should be afraid,to fear the old comfort of a Lake's water,seeing my death before me enshroud in a watery tomb,but it slowly evaporated,the fear left my being,stretched like many tendrils of spiritual fibres slithering away,replaced by a calmness.
My vision got fuzzy. my last moments a blur,I felt my last breath escape as the darkness engulfed me,"I love you,...I'm sorry,...remember me," I had finally found what I was looking for,Peace.
I could go home now.
I felt my soul release as I shed my body, warm light shone brightly before me and I felt my spirit rise into it. I saw Kyle,smiling as he ran towards me,hugged me and we laughed and talked as he took me home....
EPILOGUE
* The car would be found the following afternoon,pulled from the water,with Lizzie at the wheel of a car reported stolen the night before. Official reports said it was blizzarding that night,road conditions were poor due to bad visibility,roads were slippery too and that it was just a tragic accident. No details could ever be confirmed with the theft itself as there were no witnesses to the crime. The owner after reporting the car's theft,mysteriously disappeared.
The events leading up to the crash were able to be partially traced thanks to a stuffed toy found in her backpack,a toy Husky with a tag on it's collar,a nearby town's restaurant name and address displayed on it. A waitress confirmed the girl's presence there,last seen leaving with a stranger,who despite the restaurant patron's accounts,nobody could seem to remember a description of the man,no matter how hard they tried.
The waitress,Holly through police help(Her family was notified from the I.D. that was found in her backpack),arranged to meet the family,she told them how Lizzie had loved them and was sorry for any grief she caused,that she would was going to change her life around. Holly did not remember actually talking to Lizzie about this,but somehow she knew and it brought the Daniels family peace.
Lizzie was buried four days later,with her toy Husky clasped in her hands and her Napkin written life story,tucked into it's collar. Her family was forever changed,... they moved out West with the help of their new friend Holly. They never forgot Lizzie and they lived each day to the fullest. On the faithful day they each in turn passed away,many years later,Lizzie's spirit was always first to welcome them home*
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Text: "What Dreams May Come" Copyright,March @2010 Noreen Malarkey *Any refrence to William Skakespeare's play,"Hamlet" is of his creation alone.
Publication Date: 04-19-2010
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Dedication:
To all the people that people that feel lost in this world,you are not alone,there is always hope for those who seek it. You are loved.
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