Saying Goodbye to Lily

Goodbye Lily, my friend since we were two. I'm always thinking of you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you light up a room. The good friend you always been to me.

Your younger sister misses you, your mother, father, your puppy Alex, your other friends, your grandmothers, your grandfather. They say you'll join your other grandpa in Heaven, well, that's what your mom thinks.

You were always my best friend, and I cannot believe how I miss you. Your mom still shows me pictures of you, I cannot believe you are not alive anymore.

I cannot believe that I wasn't there that day. Nobody else was. You were walking home from school and I was ill that day, nobody with you.

Nobody to take the bullet instead of you.

It was on the news, everyone in America is mourning for you. Just like you to have all the attention. We are still talking about you.

You always wanted to be the talk of America.

We knew each other for nearly ten years. Ten years of you. I really hope that you are out there, somewhere.

When we were small, we always thought that stars are people who died, watching us, hoping that we are safe. The world took you, so young. A few days before summer.

Still, I haven't been into school since the shot. I heard it, yes but I thought it was a firework.

How could it be my best friend?

Why didn't the illness take me as well.

The guy who shot you is now in prison, sentenced to death. He'll die in a week. Suffering, like you did.

You only sufferer for little under an hour.

Dear Lily, I wish you well, I wish you are watching me. Are you going to be my guardian angle?

I miss you everyday, when I'm in anywhere that reminds me of you. I'm sure I'm not the only one Lily, who lost someone quiet as special as you.

If I was there, It would be me America is talking about, and you'll still be alive, safe.

But fate is a cruel master. I'm still crying, I'm still thinking.

I'll never forget Lily.

I remember, when we were nine, we were playing at the park when we saw an old lady, feeding the ducks. You thought that she looked like a raisin, drying up from the sun.

She heard you and tutted "Youth, being old is a gift that not many are able to experience."

Lily, like you, don't listen. You just dragged me away and giggled.

You died so young and I really miss you, you may have been cheeky sometimes, naughty, a bit mean but you were fun, kind (mostly) and my best friend.

You will always be my best friend.

In life and in death.

I'm saying goodbye to you Lily, from your grave, it had a little angle on it, like I hope you are now. But it's hard to imagine you as one, I can be honest about that.

Goodbye Lily.

Goodbye.

Maybe I'll see you in another life.

But until then, goodbye.

-Holly