She didn't want a service, so we had a "processing meeting" at school. She was loved by everyone who knew her.
I saw her last Thursday--she was tired, so tired--but smiling, as usual. She was struggling with a painful physical illness, family drama--and just wanted to rest.
Someone sent me a text message yesterday--three words that turned off the sun:
She killed herself.
I called the number, barely, it took two tries for the shaking.
Yes, it's true. My friend is dead.
I called her best friend--"What are you telling me?"
Jesus, hold me, her pain is taking me down.
Hours and hours of weeping--
but for one, my friend--
smiling always as she faded
always smiling
5 Fear and trembling have beset me;
horror has overwhelmed me.
6 I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! .
I would fly away and be at rest-
7 I would flee far away
and stay in the desert;
Selah
