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//I saw the river today and it made me feel okay,
But I never ever had a lot to say,
Reading a book take a look at a boat go by,
oh, oh, oh, oh I sigh -//
We would have never known it if he hadn't told us out of his very own
mouth. He sat us down and just told us bluntly that he was dying. Yes, the
Shinigami was meeting his closing stage. Quatre cried on the spot, showing
strong emotions. Other than that, the room was hushed. Trowa embraced his
koi, but never showed any true sentiments himself. Wufei pretended he
didn't hear anything and left the room to continue his daily regimen. Then
Duo's scared violet eyes sealed to mine, sending chills throughout my body.
I knew he had been struggling to remain brave, even now. He asked me what I
was thinking in a voice just slightly above a whisper. I tried to say I
didn't know, but it turned out to be mouthed instead. Truth was, it felt
like someone was struggling to pull me to the ground, only I wouldn't give
in to it. My throat burned with a salty feeling, my skin itched, and even
my eyes felt funny. I had soon come to the conclusion that it was the
feeling of tears struggling to creep out. I wouldn't give in. Duo stepped
closer to me. I had known of his feelings for me for quite some time, but
never said or did anything about it. I knew that all he wanted to do right
now was to not feel pained. Guess it was obvious the way I was acting. He
spoke to me in a gentle tone, voice breaking on occasions. I didn't know
what he was saying. My mind wasn't in this world. It would forever continue
to remain that way as long as the world didn't have the footsteps of Duo
Maxwell gracing his beautiful presence among its lands.
//I've been throwing a coin into the river
Make a wish as I watch the water quiver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind//
He had aplastic anemia. When he tried to explain this to me on what it was,
I found my eyes wandering to the table I sat at, drowning in the largest
body of water with the help of a two-ton weight. I briefly remember asking
him in an almost no voice when his time was. I think he had said a month. I
wasn't totally sure and I wasn't about to ask him again.
Silence fell between us for minutes. My eyes made their home staring at
Duo's clad chest. He had on his normal, the priest outfit with the red zip
up underneath. His cross was visible. I had never liked to look at it and
usually scolded him when it was flashing in the open, but right now I
didn't care. If I could, I'd take back those times I said that, and any
other time I scolded Duo for little things.
His piece of jewelry calmed me. It made my heart beat with hope. Wait, hope
for what? I didn't even realize what I was talking to myself about. But
then it hit me. Duo never took off the cross, but he would always squeeze
it in his hands every night before he went to bed and mumble something
under his breath while closing his eyes. I frowned upon that. I rolled my
eyes, telling him to grow up and stop being so lame. How stupid could he
get? In fact, it wasn't stupid at all. Duo was praying. He prayed to be
forgiven for the blood that was stained on his hands from the number of
people he killed that particular day. That was his main one. We shared a
bed at the safehouse currently residing in and have been for the past year
and a half. The war was over, but Duo's prayers still came. He still prayed
about being forgiven for the bloodshed, and even wished he hadn't called
himself the God of Death. He didn't like the title. Although it fit him
perfectly, he hated it. He prayed that being a gundam pilot would still
give him peace in the afterlife. When I heard that said one night, I
couldn't help but laugh. I thought he needed to grow up. He was being
foolish. Still though, as much as I insulted him, hurt him, he would
continue to fulfill it every night at the exact same time and spot. It
disgusted me so much that I waited until he was finished to enter the room.
I hate it even more now. Duo was a good person; his prayers should have
been heard. There's no one among that deserves to live other than Duo. As
of late, he told me he's been praying that we wouldn't feel any pain
because of this. No other prayers were said over the nights, just that one.
He never missed a day.
I hadn't known just how important it was until now. All prayers are heard.
The ones that are granted is a gift to those who deserve it and believe in
them.
//I saw the river today and it made me feel free,
Oh tell me what is happening to me,
I catch my reflection and suddenly see,
The man the boy couldn't be//
I tensed briefly as Duo reached behind the back of his neck and unclipped
the chain. Clenching the cross in his hands, he passed it onto me. I felt
my heart jump. It wasn't because Duo was giving me something to always
remember him by; it was because I think I finally understood the true
meaning of the simple vertical and horizontal single lines.
I took it. The silver cross lay in the palm of my hand while the thin
necklace part dragged slowly across the table. I couldn't part my eyes from
it. This was Duo's most precious possession. I ask why he's giving it to
me. He just simply smiles back at me, saying it would protect and guide me
wherever I went and that he didn't need it where he was going.
The silver piece immediately got washed over by the sweat of my palm as I
shook unnoticeably with heavy emotions I never felt before. My eyes began
burning. Where he was going? What did he mean by that? When I ask him, he
just simply replies by saying his condition was a curse. It was a
punishment given to him. He said it was a last minute gift from God so he
wouldn't have to see his face show up at his precious pearly gates.
I was overcome with a unique sensation. Duo was as pure as they came. Just
because he assumed the role as the God of Death doesn't mean he sympathizes
with the devil! I try to tell him that. I don't know if it's working or
not. I'm not good at these sorts of talks, but I knew it was now or never.
Duo would soon be gone, as much as I hated to admit that. God didn't hate
him. He hates no one. I tried to get it to him that even a nun could
develop what he had, or someone even of the higher worshiping level.
I rested my hand timidly over his. His head was lowered. I seized that
opportunity to stare at his angelic face. He was beautiful. If only I
noticed before. I was a damn fool.
In the middle of scolding myself, his eyes became glossy and two tears
slide evenly down his pale face. I new he was scared and I was scared for
him. Watching my angel cry put the first set of tears in my eyes ever and
built up for release. When they had fallen, Duo caught sight of this and
smiled. He then added that he never thought he'd see me cry. With his
fingertip, he traced the tear line down my right cheek slowly. My heart
pounded in fear. What was going to happen next? Suddenly, surprising both
of us, I released the cross onto the table and took hold of Duo's hand into
mine, gripping it tightly, silently vowing he'd always be by my side.
//So I'm throwing my youth into the river,
Make a wish as I watch the water quiver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind
Winter comes and goes, and the wind it blows,
Still the water flows, and everybody knows,
Come the summertime, all the churches chime
For the river of time//
Duo was diagnosed just two months ago. Usually this is developed at an
early stage in life, but he managed to snake his way past it and have no
problems up until now. In the recent past, I've noticed that his breathing
had become shorter and he tired out more frequently and faster in battle.
The question lingered on my mind on whether or not I wanted to ask him
about it or not. I decided not to. It was none of my business. He didn't
mean anything to me anyway. Just another stepping-stone I needed to
overcome in my journey to bring the colonies back to total pacifism. I
regret those words now. Seeing the braided boy in front of me, scared, and
knowing that he only has a month left to live, I ease the tensions between
us and kiss the trembling hand I hold in my sweaty grip.
//I saw the river today and I started to cry,
Cause the promise it made was a lie,
Stumbling brook you're a crook, take a look and see
See what you've done to me//
We spend a wonderful late afternoon together that day. Just us. We held
hands as we walked along the beach that was just steps away from the
safehouse. He rested his head on my shoulder. It was amazing; I went my
whole life without shedding a single tear, now that I have learnt on what
it's like to cry, I couldn't stop. It felt good to not force my emotions to
stay in. I wanted to be more open with Duo to tell him how I felt, but I
couldn't gather up the right words. It hurt. I've never felt so human
before. J has always taught me to be ruthless and obeying in battle and
that I should not come in contact with anyone on the outside world. Anyone
who sees me should have died. Even though I was raised to be a "Perfect
Solder", I couldn't kill unless I had a reason to. Relena quickly caught
onto that. So did J and he stopped giving me those sorts of missions. I
didn't like the joys of killing, only when it was of those who were after
my life. They were my enemies. Then I met the other four. I hated them from
the get go. They were in my way, period. I wanted to accomplish a goal in
life and four bodies were suffocating me. Duo with his bouncy ways, Trowa
with his solitude, Quatre with his sickening weakness of caring for others
and mothering everyone, and Wufei. Wufei stayed away from me and I stayed
away from him. We respected each other's privacy. But now, I wanted nothing
more than to have my friends with me at a time like this. As much as I
craved to be alone, even I need comfort every now and then. I could settle
for Quatre's emotions right now. I felt relieved now that we could
communicate.
//So I'm throwing my heart into the river,
Forget the wish that you never could deliver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind
Winter comes and goes, and the wind it blows,
Still the water flows, and everybody knows,
Come the summertime all the churches chime
For the river of time//
The sun is setting now as we both sit in the soft sand below us, hips
touching as I bring my arm around his back and pull him closer to me. He
continues to lay his head on my shoulder. I'm still letting loose tears. I
know this day has to end sooner or later. I had prayed and wished that time
would freeze, just this one time. I'd give anything to tell Duo how I truly
felt about him. He isn't the braided baka, moron, stupid ass that we all
thought he was. It was Duo's way of communicating and telling us that
everything would be okay and we'd all live to see tomorrow. Without Duo's
idiotic sense of humor, we probably all would have been workaholic
deadbeats with no lives. At least Duo captured several of the good nature
qualities in us one way or another.
As I look over at him, I see he has his eyes shut and that he's breathing
steadily. I'm relieved. He looked so at peace that it was hard to ever
think that he was battling for his life on the inside.
I reached my hand up to my throat and brushed my fingertip slowly down the
chain and gripped the cross in my hand, staring at the sunset before me. I
remembered what Duo had told me earlier when he gave me this cross. He said
that one wish would come true to its new true owner if the owner believed
in its power. It didn't take me two seconds to realize what I wanted. Duo's
condition was inevitable and I didn't want to waste my single wish on
hoping he would make it through, because it was hopeless. I did the only
thing I could do and that was wish that he wouldn't feel any pain when the
time came. I prayed and mouthed the words with all my heart and even looked
up at the night sky with teary filled eyes. I kept whispering 'please' over
and over again.
I hadn't realized how much I said it until we were completely consumed by
darkness. The sun had gone down. It was time to go back. I shook Duo's
shoulder timidly so I wouldn't frighten him as he slept. Two shakes. Three.
I panicked and called out his name. I released his hand that I had been
holding and it fell limply onto the sand. Attempting to wake him once more,
it was futile. Duo passed on earlier than expected. Words of disbelief were
cried throughout the night air as I hugged Duo close to me as if he were
still alive. I whispered into his ear how much he meant to me. Tears
streamed down my face now at this point. I thought there would be no end to
them. I had no desire at all to fight it.
//So I'll keep throwing a coin into the river,
Forget the wish that you never could deliver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind//
I was the last to place a single white rose on the top of Duo's casket as
they prepared it for burial. I kissed it and placed it gently over the pink
carnation that Quatre had just recently set down before I did. I stay there
for a moment or two, whispering some farewell words to my best friend and
colleague.
An emotional Quatre approaches and hugs me. I more than gladly accept and
hug him back. We both feel the painful loss in the hug and mentally swear
we would always find a way to stay together. Maybe not in the same house,
but never leave contact. I had no objections. It was a shame that this is
what it took to think of the three as my very best friends in the world.
I approach Trowa next. It's hard to tell what he was really feeling inside,
but he was mourning over the loss with the first ever river of tears
swimming around down on the catch before he blinked and released them. I
had let out a tiny weak smile at the sight. He pulled me into a tight
embrace and whispered his sympathies low enough for me to hear and no one
else. I thanked him and moved on towards Wufei. It was a miracle he came,
so I didn't invade his personal space too much. Instead, I extended my hand
with the hope we could become friends. He accepted with an identical weak
smile that my face carried.
Even though I had used up my one wish, I still prayed. Just last night, I
prayed that Wufei would come to the funeral today, and he did. I prayed
that Trowa would break tears for the first time, and he did as well. I
prayed that Quatre wouldn't rip himself inside out over this, and so far
that seems to be working also. But there was only one prayer I could ever
wish for myself. I prayed that Duo knew somehow, someway, that I loved him
deeply with everything my heart had to offer.
Suddenly, I was taken aback by a gentle breeze of wind that caught my
cheek. Strangely enough it lingered in the very same spot that Duo touched
with his fingertip that night he gave me his cross. I looked off in the
direction it was blowing with a lifted spirit. I knew right then that Duo
did cross the pearly gates and into Heaven. As I closed my eyes and got
deep into thought with the wind, I could have sworn I heard it whisper,
"thank you, thank you..."
//See as your life changes as you're pulled along by time....//
//I saw the river today and it made me feel okay,
But I never ever had a lot to say,
Reading a book take a look at a boat go by,
oh, oh, oh, oh I sigh -//
We would have never known it if he hadn't told us out of his very own
mouth. He sat us down and just told us bluntly that he was dying. Yes, the
Shinigami was meeting his closing stage. Quatre cried on the spot, showing
strong emotions. Other than that, the room was hushed. Trowa embraced his
koi, but never showed any true sentiments himself. Wufei pretended he
didn't hear anything and left the room to continue his daily regimen. Then
Duo's scared violet eyes sealed to mine, sending chills throughout my body.
I knew he had been struggling to remain brave, even now. He asked me what I
was thinking in a voice just slightly above a whisper. I tried to say I
didn't know, but it turned out to be mouthed instead. Truth was, it felt
like someone was struggling to pull me to the ground, only I wouldn't give
in to it. My throat burned with a salty feeling, my skin itched, and even
my eyes felt funny. I had soon come to the conclusion that it was the
feeling of tears struggling to creep out. I wouldn't give in. Duo stepped
closer to me. I had known of his feelings for me for quite some time, but
never said or did anything about it. I knew that all he wanted to do right
now was to not feel pained. Guess it was obvious the way I was acting. He
spoke to me in a gentle tone, voice breaking on occasions. I didn't know
what he was saying. My mind wasn't in this world. It would forever continue
to remain that way as long as the world didn't have the footsteps of Duo
Maxwell gracing his beautiful presence among its lands.
//I've been throwing a coin into the river
Make a wish as I watch the water quiver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind//
He had aplastic anemia. When he tried to explain this to me on what it was,
I found my eyes wandering to the table I sat at, drowning in the largest
body of water with the help of a two-ton weight. I briefly remember asking
him in an almost no voice when his time was. I think he had said a month. I
wasn't totally sure and I wasn't about to ask him again.
Silence fell between us for minutes. My eyes made their home staring at
Duo's clad chest. He had on his normal, the priest outfit with the red zip
up underneath. His cross was visible. I had never liked to look at it and
usually scolded him when it was flashing in the open, but right now I
didn't care. If I could, I'd take back those times I said that, and any
other time I scolded Duo for little things.
His piece of jewelry calmed me. It made my heart beat with hope. Wait, hope
for what? I didn't even realize what I was talking to myself about. But
then it hit me. Duo never took off the cross, but he would always squeeze
it in his hands every night before he went to bed and mumble something
under his breath while closing his eyes. I frowned upon that. I rolled my
eyes, telling him to grow up and stop being so lame. How stupid could he
get? In fact, it wasn't stupid at all. Duo was praying. He prayed to be
forgiven for the blood that was stained on his hands from the number of
people he killed that particular day. That was his main one. We shared a
bed at the safehouse currently residing in and have been for the past year
and a half. The war was over, but Duo's prayers still came. He still prayed
about being forgiven for the bloodshed, and even wished he hadn't called
himself the God of Death. He didn't like the title. Although it fit him
perfectly, he hated it. He prayed that being a gundam pilot would still
give him peace in the afterlife. When I heard that said one night, I
couldn't help but laugh. I thought he needed to grow up. He was being
foolish. Still though, as much as I insulted him, hurt him, he would
continue to fulfill it every night at the exact same time and spot. It
disgusted me so much that I waited until he was finished to enter the room.
I hate it even more now. Duo was a good person; his prayers should have
been heard. There's no one among that deserves to live other than Duo. As
of late, he told me he's been praying that we wouldn't feel any pain
because of this. No other prayers were said over the nights, just that one.
He never missed a day.
I hadn't known just how important it was until now. All prayers are heard.
The ones that are granted is a gift to those who deserve it and believe in
them.
//I saw the river today and it made me feel free,
Oh tell me what is happening to me,
I catch my reflection and suddenly see,
The man the boy couldn't be//
I tensed briefly as Duo reached behind the back of his neck and unclipped
the chain. Clenching the cross in his hands, he passed it onto me. I felt
my heart jump. It wasn't because Duo was giving me something to always
remember him by; it was because I think I finally understood the true
meaning of the simple vertical and horizontal single lines.
I took it. The silver cross lay in the palm of my hand while the thin
necklace part dragged slowly across the table. I couldn't part my eyes from
it. This was Duo's most precious possession. I ask why he's giving it to
me. He just simply smiles back at me, saying it would protect and guide me
wherever I went and that he didn't need it where he was going.
The silver piece immediately got washed over by the sweat of my palm as I
shook unnoticeably with heavy emotions I never felt before. My eyes began
burning. Where he was going? What did he mean by that? When I ask him, he
just simply replies by saying his condition was a curse. It was a
punishment given to him. He said it was a last minute gift from God so he
wouldn't have to see his face show up at his precious pearly gates.
I was overcome with a unique sensation. Duo was as pure as they came. Just
because he assumed the role as the God of Death doesn't mean he sympathizes
with the devil! I try to tell him that. I don't know if it's working or
not. I'm not good at these sorts of talks, but I knew it was now or never.
Duo would soon be gone, as much as I hated to admit that. God didn't hate
him. He hates no one. I tried to get it to him that even a nun could
develop what he had, or someone even of the higher worshiping level.
I rested my hand timidly over his. His head was lowered. I seized that
opportunity to stare at his angelic face. He was beautiful. If only I
noticed before. I was a damn fool.
In the middle of scolding myself, his eyes became glossy and two tears
slide evenly down his pale face. I new he was scared and I was scared for
him. Watching my angel cry put the first set of tears in my eyes ever and
built up for release. When they had fallen, Duo caught sight of this and
smiled. He then added that he never thought he'd see me cry. With his
fingertip, he traced the tear line down my right cheek slowly. My heart
pounded in fear. What was going to happen next? Suddenly, surprising both
of us, I released the cross onto the table and took hold of Duo's hand into
mine, gripping it tightly, silently vowing he'd always be by my side.
//So I'm throwing my youth into the river,
Make a wish as I watch the water quiver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind
Winter comes and goes, and the wind it blows,
Still the water flows, and everybody knows,
Come the summertime, all the churches chime
For the river of time//
Duo was diagnosed just two months ago. Usually this is developed at an
early stage in life, but he managed to snake his way past it and have no
problems up until now. In the recent past, I've noticed that his breathing
had become shorter and he tired out more frequently and faster in battle.
The question lingered on my mind on whether or not I wanted to ask him
about it or not. I decided not to. It was none of my business. He didn't
mean anything to me anyway. Just another stepping-stone I needed to
overcome in my journey to bring the colonies back to total pacifism. I
regret those words now. Seeing the braided boy in front of me, scared, and
knowing that he only has a month left to live, I ease the tensions between
us and kiss the trembling hand I hold in my sweaty grip.
//I saw the river today and I started to cry,
Cause the promise it made was a lie,
Stumbling brook you're a crook, take a look and see
See what you've done to me//
We spend a wonderful late afternoon together that day. Just us. We held
hands as we walked along the beach that was just steps away from the
safehouse. He rested his head on my shoulder. It was amazing; I went my
whole life without shedding a single tear, now that I have learnt on what
it's like to cry, I couldn't stop. It felt good to not force my emotions to
stay in. I wanted to be more open with Duo to tell him how I felt, but I
couldn't gather up the right words. It hurt. I've never felt so human
before. J has always taught me to be ruthless and obeying in battle and
that I should not come in contact with anyone on the outside world. Anyone
who sees me should have died. Even though I was raised to be a "Perfect
Solder", I couldn't kill unless I had a reason to. Relena quickly caught
onto that. So did J and he stopped giving me those sorts of missions. I
didn't like the joys of killing, only when it was of those who were after
my life. They were my enemies. Then I met the other four. I hated them from
the get go. They were in my way, period. I wanted to accomplish a goal in
life and four bodies were suffocating me. Duo with his bouncy ways, Trowa
with his solitude, Quatre with his sickening weakness of caring for others
and mothering everyone, and Wufei. Wufei stayed away from me and I stayed
away from him. We respected each other's privacy. But now, I wanted nothing
more than to have my friends with me at a time like this. As much as I
craved to be alone, even I need comfort every now and then. I could settle
for Quatre's emotions right now. I felt relieved now that we could
communicate.
//So I'm throwing my heart into the river,
Forget the wish that you never could deliver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind
Winter comes and goes, and the wind it blows,
Still the water flows, and everybody knows,
Come the summertime all the churches chime
For the river of time//
The sun is setting now as we both sit in the soft sand below us, hips
touching as I bring my arm around his back and pull him closer to me. He
continues to lay his head on my shoulder. I'm still letting loose tears. I
know this day has to end sooner or later. I had prayed and wished that time
would freeze, just this one time. I'd give anything to tell Duo how I truly
felt about him. He isn't the braided baka, moron, stupid ass that we all
thought he was. It was Duo's way of communicating and telling us that
everything would be okay and we'd all live to see tomorrow. Without Duo's
idiotic sense of humor, we probably all would have been workaholic
deadbeats with no lives. At least Duo captured several of the good nature
qualities in us one way or another.
As I look over at him, I see he has his eyes shut and that he's breathing
steadily. I'm relieved. He looked so at peace that it was hard to ever
think that he was battling for his life on the inside.
I reached my hand up to my throat and brushed my fingertip slowly down the
chain and gripped the cross in my hand, staring at the sunset before me. I
remembered what Duo had told me earlier when he gave me this cross. He said
that one wish would come true to its new true owner if the owner believed
in its power. It didn't take me two seconds to realize what I wanted. Duo's
condition was inevitable and I didn't want to waste my single wish on
hoping he would make it through, because it was hopeless. I did the only
thing I could do and that was wish that he wouldn't feel any pain when the
time came. I prayed and mouthed the words with all my heart and even looked
up at the night sky with teary filled eyes. I kept whispering 'please' over
and over again.
I hadn't realized how much I said it until we were completely consumed by
darkness. The sun had gone down. It was time to go back. I shook Duo's
shoulder timidly so I wouldn't frighten him as he slept. Two shakes. Three.
I panicked and called out his name. I released his hand that I had been
holding and it fell limply onto the sand. Attempting to wake him once more,
it was futile. Duo passed on earlier than expected. Words of disbelief were
cried throughout the night air as I hugged Duo close to me as if he were
still alive. I whispered into his ear how much he meant to me. Tears
streamed down my face now at this point. I thought there would be no end to
them. I had no desire at all to fight it.
//So I'll keep throwing a coin into the river,
Forget the wish that you never could deliver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind//
I was the last to place a single white rose on the top of Duo's casket as
they prepared it for burial. I kissed it and placed it gently over the pink
carnation that Quatre had just recently set down before I did. I stay there
for a moment or two, whispering some farewell words to my best friend and
colleague.
An emotional Quatre approaches and hugs me. I more than gladly accept and
hug him back. We both feel the painful loss in the hug and mentally swear
we would always find a way to stay together. Maybe not in the same house,
but never leave contact. I had no objections. It was a shame that this is
what it took to think of the three as my very best friends in the world.
I approach Trowa next. It's hard to tell what he was really feeling inside,
but he was mourning over the loss with the first ever river of tears
swimming around down on the catch before he blinked and released them. I
had let out a tiny weak smile at the sight. He pulled me into a tight
embrace and whispered his sympathies low enough for me to hear and no one
else. I thanked him and moved on towards Wufei. It was a miracle he came,
so I didn't invade his personal space too much. Instead, I extended my hand
with the hope we could become friends. He accepted with an identical weak
smile that my face carried.
Even though I had used up my one wish, I still prayed. Just last night, I
prayed that Wufei would come to the funeral today, and he did. I prayed
that Trowa would break tears for the first time, and he did as well. I
prayed that Quatre wouldn't rip himself inside out over this, and so far
that seems to be working also. But there was only one prayer I could ever
wish for myself. I prayed that Duo knew somehow, someway, that I loved him
deeply with everything my heart had to offer.
Suddenly, I was taken aback by a gentle breeze of wind that caught my
cheek. Strangely enough it lingered in the very same spot that Duo touched
with his fingertip that night he gave me his cross. I looked off in the
direction it was blowing with a lifted spirit. I knew right then that Duo
did cross the pearly gates and into Heaven. As I closed my eyes and got
deep into thought with the wind, I could have sworn I heard it whisper,
"thank you, thank you..."
//See as your life changes as you're pulled along by time....//