I was here.

I was here.

When we die I suppose we all hope that we'll be remembered. That somehow our death caused great sadness. Or maybe it brought people together. Death isn't easy to grasp but it's something we all can't hide away from. Death will come knocking, even if you're not ready to answer the door. 

Death came knocking today, but my God said no. He said not today, which means there will be a tomorrow. And that's something we all have to live with. Knowing that we won't always be here but at least people knew we were until no one remembers. 

My biggest fear is being forgotten. Can you imagine investing in friendships and then watching them crumble? Your name once called with life now just a painful reminder of someone who is no longer there. I hope death doesn't hurt as much as dying does. I hope tears will be no more and smiles will be constant. I hope dying hurts less than accepting death. 

If I die today, would I be proud of all I have accomplished? Yes, because I can proudly say I didn't accomplish it all on my own. I had good people who picked me up off the floor. People who wiped my tears away and at the same time weren't always there. That goes to say that even alone I still had someone who wasn't that far away. 

I was here. I once smiled and brought laughter to others. I once walked on solid grounds and touched the face of the earth. Who's to say that I'm not still here. 

Written by Aja' Allen