Viva Theerose

'I write because I know how, it’s how I breath, it’s how I know. It’s my weapon of all weapons, drawing the silver linings to clouds, giving pictures a meaning and colors definition. I write because I think, I think too much and do too little. It is within my burning soul to write and somehow find answers in between those lines. To tell a story, maybe a survival story , maybe to record that I was here and I too somehow made up this universe during my time. Let me write… let me breath. ' Amanda

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

SAd memory

Today I saw a picture of my mothers' coffin. My dad was holding me and I had on a moss green dress. That picture brought back some sad memories. It reminded me of how little time I had with my mother. I wanted to cry but I just brush it off. I saw the look on my sisters' face and try to smile so she wouldnt break down and cry too. I saw the look on my fathers' face in the picture holding me. Danm how I miss them. Sometimes I wonder why me but I know I have to do the best I can to make them proud. I hold my head high. Just looking at that picture bring back the sad day of December 9, 1995. If only I could hear my mothers voice one more time. Her face seem to fade from my memory as days go by. Its been 13 years since she died. Man I miss her.