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<blockquote data-quote="Elf_Ariel" data-source="post: 3245116" data-attributes="member: 34891"><p>Things come and go, lives come and stray from our grasp.&nbsp; She is gone.&nbsp; I know that, and yet it's so hard to feel, so hard to grasp that I wonder if my tears are for her or for me.&nbsp; Christmas...Christmas, with all the presents, the smiles, the family and friends.&nbsp; It wont ever be the same again.&nbsp; I worry too, if I'll ever be the same again.&nbsp; But they're selfish worries, and I dont have time for them anymore.&nbsp; I'm a family girl, and my brother, my mother and my father need me.&nbsp; Her parents need me.&nbsp; I'm not sure when I'll be back guys.&nbsp; But thankyou.&nbsp; Every moment, every thought, every word makes me cry.&nbsp; But the shame is gone.&nbsp; I loved her, and I love my brother.&nbsp; I cant bare to stare into his eyes, and yet I must if I am to help him.&nbsp; I need every inch of strength and support you wonderful people provide.&nbsp; You may be distant, and think that it matters none, but words written or spoken take on their own meanings in a time like this.&nbsp; You help restore my spirit, my smiles, my love.&nbsp; The things I was once generously endowered with run thin now, drained by days at his bedside, forcing smiles of habit, blinking away the tears.&nbsp; To hear that you're thinking of me, that your cherishing memories of our times, that's indefinately special to me, no matter whether your here or there.&nbsp; The gratitude knows no boundaries; at least I hope that it doesn't.&nbsp; Please pray...please travel safely, and please enjoy your Christmas' a whole lot more than I will.&nbsp; I at least got one Christmas wish.&nbsp; My brother is home today, to share this time with us.&nbsp; I just hope I do not lose him to this too.</p></blockquote><p></p>

[QUOTE="Elf_Ariel, post: 3245116, member: 34891"] Things come and go, lives come and stray from our grasp. She is gone. I know that, and yet it's so hard to feel, so hard to grasp that I wonder if my tears are for her or for me. Christmas...Christmas, with all the presents, the smiles, the family and friends. It wont ever be the same again. I worry too, if I'll ever be the same again. But they're selfish worries, and I dont have time for them anymore. I'm a family girl, and my brother, my mother and my father need me. Her parents need me. I'm not sure when I'll be back guys. But thankyou. Every moment, every thought, every word makes me cry. But the shame is gone. I loved her, and I love my brother. I cant bare to stare into his eyes, and yet I must if I am to help him. I need every inch of strength and support you wonderful people provide. You may be distant, and think that it matters none, but words written or spoken take on their own meanings in a time like this. You help restore my spirit, my smiles, my love. The things I was once generously endowered with run thin now, drained by days at his bedside, forcing smiles of habit, blinking away the tears. To hear that you're thinking of me, that your cherishing memories of our times, that's indefinately special to me, no matter whether your here or there. The gratitude knows no boundaries; at least I hope that it doesn't. Please pray...please travel safely, and please enjoy your Christmas' a whole lot more than I will. I at least got one Christmas wish. My brother is home today, to share this time with us. I just hope I do not lose him to this too. [/QUOTE]

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