my friends, look around you, where are you? a church, what are these people wearing? black, dark, sorrowfull clothes. no, they are not goth or even posers. they are mourners, although some i see are posers.
i look around and i see all these grieving faces, what are you crying for? she didnt want this to happen either but it did. she loved you all like a part of herself that died everytime you left the room.
she always said she wanted you to be happy. her guitar, her globes, her happy smile. remember them all and laugh, laugh about when she had to thrown out her first pair of globes, when she cried during stupid movies, when she got thrown into the river and pulled four of us in with her!
dont think of them and wonder what it'll be like without her! think of those times and be glad you had them, had the chance to be touch by an angel as specail as our gabby. |
