Ronan

Everyone dies.  It's sad to think about, but in the end, we all close our eyes and drift off.  Lately, it seems as though many people have been dying, people I know, and people I don't know.  Megan Ives, a stratton girl when I was in chile and right across the hall.  Jack Burfoot, a boy I've known since we moved here.  And even though it was a few years ago, Michael Mckenna, my friends father.  Two from cancer, one from unexplained causes, there will be an autopsy soon.  I want to talk about these things, I want to express myself, I want to find a way to make it up to these people, but I can't.  I can't find the words to say how scared this makes me, how scared I am of life.  I can;t find the words to say sorry to everyone who knew these people, their families and friends, I can't find the words to say goodbye, I can't find the ways to say goodbye.

This I do know.  Everything I do, I want to do it better for these kids, for this man.  These people won't get  to watch their kids grow up, some were just kids themselves.  They will only witness a few sunsets, a few sunrises, and a few short years of life.  I want to do everything better for these people, because they can't do it for themselves, they can't reach their goals, their hopes and dreams. I'll be damned if I can't, for them.  And If I die soon, or when I do die, at least people will know I tried for these people, I tried to do something about it, even if I didn't succeed.  Hopefully I'll be missed.

Goodbye, you will forever be missed and loved.

"Come on baby with me, we're gonna fly away, from here.
I love you to the moon and back."