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"She
Will Always Be Remembered"
I remember every mark on her body and face like it was imprinted inside of me. I remember the way she would move towards me and whisper she loved me. She meant the world to me and I loved her more than anything. After spending two years with her, I knew she was the one for me, I asked her hand in marriage and we flew off to get married. Those two years were wonderful; we were both filled with so much joy. It was like we were living in a fairytale.
I remember this one time when my boss had fired me, I was really stressed out because we had bills to pay. I remember coming home and she was in the kitchen…
she had just come from work… and she was cooking. I walked in and I was just in
awe - awe of how beautiful she was. I know this might sound corny but it was
true... she was beautiful. I walked in and wrapped my arms around her waist and I kissed her cheek and she just whispered to me so softly, “I love you.” I just stood there melting and I whispered back to her that I loved her.
She made me feel so good about myself, she made me feel like I was the only one she saw standing. She was such a wonderful person.
I remember holding her in bed and smelling her beautiful scent. She smelt so sweet. She whispered to me once, “When you hold me, I feel all my problems wash away…
just you and me…” It brings me to tears just talking about this. The memories are so vivid and I miss her so much.
Another memory I have was when it was her 25th birthday. I rented out a room in “Galaxy
De Todos” restaurant. It was this very nice Mexican restaurant she loved. I had invited all of our friends and some of our family and was planning on surprising her. I drove her over there telling her that I was just taking her out for dinner. We went up the elevator and reached the restaurant. I held her hand and we walked into the
room; I remember her face… she was so happy. When everyone jumped up and said, “Surprise!” she just starting laughing. Heh…
it was great. Someone turned on the music and her best friend, Melissa, took her hand and started dancing with her. She blew her
out the candles on her cake and opened her presents; she just seemed to be so happy that night.
I cherished every moment I had with her and I loved her with all my heart. I hope she is
now somewhere safe and that she is happy. That night when I lost her, it was the worst time in my life. I guess I should tell you about that, too.
I was home from my new job and I was waiting for her to come home. I
usually came home about 30 minutes earlier than she would. So, I was sitting down and watching some TV. It was a good day at work, everything was going smoothly. It was 7 o’clock and she was supposed to be home at 6. I called her cell phone numerous times and left messages asking where she was and if she was
okay. I’m always the worrying type. Then it was 8 and then 9 and I still got no answer or anything. I just sat down on the couch next to the phone and was trying to watch TV. I kept telling myself that she got busy with work or she went out with her friends and she turned off her phone or she couldn’t hear it. I fell asleep on the couch at like 2 am then I was woken by knocks on the door at 8 am. I opened the door to see a young
police officer standing before me. I was frightened and confused. I was confused
about whether or not she had returned home and what this officer was doing at
my door. He kept mouthing words or so it seemed. I knew what was going on. I didn’t want to hear any of it. He had said that she was in her car driving and she had been shot by another driver. The other driver was not aiming at her but had shot her by accident. The bullet went straight into her hip and another into her shoulder. Because this had happened in a poor little community, the cops couldn’t get to her in time. She didn’t have the strength to call 911 or get out of her car. The cops said that her phone was in the backseat of the car. I couldn’t take what he was saying, my heart and my body were shattering, and my whole life was flashing before my eyes. He informed me that her body was in the neighborhood hospital and that I should come and schedule a funeral date. I was dying, I couldn’t breathe. He left and I closed the door. I walked into the living room and
laid on the couch. I stared at the ceiling, quenching my heart and started to sob. I was trembling with my tears. I was begging to God to make this all a nightmare, to make her come back, to tell me that the
officer was lying.
The next morning, I dragged myself to the hospital and looked at
her. I ran my fingers over her face and I pecked her lips. I watched my tear drop on her cheek, and I wiped it away. The funeral was scheduled to be a week from that day. I took myself home and
laid in our bed. I smelt her side of the bed, smelling every inch of the sheets and her pillow. I laid my hand on her side and fell asleep. I didn’t leave the house until the funeral day.
The funeral went smoothly. Everyone there comforted me. We all placed our special values that represented her on the casket. I placed her silver bracelet with the little pearls that she would always wear on her casket. I watched as they slid her into the ground and I sat and slept next to her in that graveyard.
It’s been 5 years since that day and I still miss her and love her with all my heart. I know she’s in a better place and that she’s happy. I just wish she was still here but she isn’t. And that’s accepted now. She’ll always live inside of my heart.
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