Father Time

Time heals everything at least that is what they keep saying as the rain falls around us as it should on such a day. They hug our lifeless bodies and shake our hands. Reality has slipped as I stand there dressed in black as I know your never coming back. I can’t even fathom what is happening this can’t be real. I see the flowers the tears and I look around at the people who stare at us not knowing what to say, because there is nothing you can say. I can’t feel my heart beating and I am pretty sure I am going to stop breathing. My world is a black cloud and now you want to lower her into darkness. The people walk away but I stay as the machine begins to lower her last resting bed and I run through what’s left of the crowd and yell STOP! One last time I open her bed hold her hand and kiss her forehead for one last time and whisper I love you. A tear falls like my life has. So you see Father time I am angry as hell 2007-2010 how much time do you think it takes to forget a life that was taken before it ever began. She is now my angel and not a day goes by that I don’t try to remember her voice or want to reach out and touch her hand. One day father time I will see her again but your wrong about one thing … you cannot heal everything, because sometimes something is just broken like my heart
To my Sister Brandi who taught me about having dreams and never stopping no matter what anyone says. I will never stop missing you and time will never help me forget you. I watched you enter this world and then I watched you leave. My only regret is not speaking at your funeral. I love you a million butterflies. She was only 18