one windy afternoon, after numerous days of refusing to go,
she decides that it’s time for her to visit.
she still remembers the pale face and hands that belong to this man
as he rode the ambulence that scary sunday night.
once she arrived, a man in the lobby refused to let her up.
she was seventeen, too young, and that just was that.
because it would break his heart,
she even promised herself that she wouldnt be sad, that she wouldnt cry.
she gathered all her courage to see him,
yet this was the way she would be turned away.
but a few days later, a chance came and she took it..
as she blankly stared at this now old man, whom she hasnt seen since that night.
she started to remember all those times that she’s had a serious talk with someone.
& how many times she ended up saying that ‘everything happens for a reason’
looking through the many things i have saved on my computer,
i happened to come across something that i wrote about two months ago..
When I was oh so young, my grandfather died of cancer of the lung,
When I traveled to Nevada once I grew up,
Because of a stomach virus, I kept throwing up.
Instead of having fun, I visited my grandmother who got into a hit and run.
Positive experiences, I tried to find, but due to his health, my dad almost became blind.Looking back, I now realize that only sad memories stuck with me,
But in the future, I really wish that this wouldn’t be.
Because that just isn’t the true Violet Lee.
a bit cheesy, but i can’t say that’s not how i felt at that moment.
because it really was. i wanted to keep with me better memories. happier ones.
i promised myself that i wont let bad things shake me
i promised myself that i’ll try to be more optmistic
but now two months later.
as i blankly stare at this now old man, who happens to be my dad.
i start to remember all those times that i’ve had a serious talk with someone
& how many times i ended up saying that ‘everything happens for a reason’
however, this time around. i cant find a reason. .