A/N: It's been six months to the day since the 24 producers made the idiotic mistake of killing off Renee Walker. I decided to write a true tribute to the redhead that truly captured us, mind and soul. Read, weep, smile, and review. Even if this isn't your favorite, it should be a place to remember one of 24's greatest characters and the love that never got the chance to fully bloom.
Six Months – the Five Stages of Grief
Six months.
Of pure denial,
Of assuring yourself
That she's immortal,
Or at least alive.
She's a burning fire,
A force to be reckoned with.
She can't be dead.
Six months.
Of raging anger,
Of thoughts of pure revenge,
Of wondering how much
Spilt blood it'll take
To avenge her blood spilt.
Your vengeance will never end,
You will always avenge her.
Six months.
Of a bargaining game,
A deal with God,
If you will.
If you strip me of
Everything I hold dear,
If I sacrifice my life,
She will live to see another day.
Six months.
Of a deep, dark hole
That you cannot manage
To escape from.
What is life without
Her love and her being,
The goodness and fiery passion
Of Renee Walker?
Six months.
Of what comes after,
Finally.
No more adrenaline,
Or blood, or bargaining,
Or a recurring death wish.
Instead, there is a quiet acceptance.
Dead physically, always in your heart.
As long as she remains there,
You have nothing to worry about.
You can always retreat to her
And remember what could have been
With a tear and a smile,
A shake of the head and pucker of the lips.
Always imagining her auburn hair
Winking at the sunlight.
A/N: If not for me, then in honor of Jack, Renee, and what they lost, please review and pay your respects.