Happy Birthday

The girl I knew is gone. One minute, she was here and by the stroke of the clock she was gone. No more pain, no more suffering, no more lying against the cold floor trying to get up but unable to. She was loved by many, and to some was the apple of their eye. But as I said she is gone.

Things are different now. I could go to jail if I commit a crime. I can sign forms without my parents. In the eyes of the law, I am now an adult. I am experiencing a slightly different feeling now that my clock has struck. My parents say that I am still their little girl, and that I have to listen to their rules while I still live with them. I can respect that, heck I'm doing that, but I can't wait to see this new life that waits for me.

Once someone dies, there is more room for the living. I've also heard it told that the end is just a new beginning. Did I cry? No. Did I want to? Yes and No. Did I deserve to? No. 

She was compassionate, always smiling around others and got really excited around other people. For those she cared about, she would listen and help them as best she could. She was so full of life and would play all sorts of games. Even those people who didn't treat her as nice as they should have were treated quite well. There was something about her that is nearly irreplaceble.

I think that a few of her qualities will stay with those she touched forever. Can I continue to be that girl? 

For the one who left when I became an adult.