DON'T BLINK.

with out death there is no life. with out death there is no pain.

my cousin took her own life monday january, 29, 2009 she was 22.

life and death in an ever intertwined circle, if one is lost the other is found if ever both are to be forgotten then change hope love and inspiration will follow.

she left behind a mother, sister, father, step father, and friends.

sing a song of life and death never will you hear it die, from the eternal pool of life comes tears of fire and the laughter of a child.

she was not a honorable soul nor could she be blamed for her life.

when you hear that owl cry in the night feel the fear of it’s pray and the joy of it’s mate.

she was a wonderful child and her life turned to shit, she tried numerous times to turn it around in rehabs and clinics.

her roommate found her hanging.

this is how life ends.

Does death mater in the story of her life! no. will it ever? no. the story of her life is the story of a girl. she had more than her share to deal with in the hand that fate dealt her but that is not uncommon, she found comfort in friends something we all do, her mother was proud her daughter was popular, she had a quick wit and a sharp brain, but the drugs destroyed her body and mind. but not for the longest time,i thought, her soul. the rehabs, the visits to family, how things could seem so normal if you saw her in her childhood home\family. even the child she gave up showed that she new what had happened to her a she would not subject another to it. unfortunately hers is not the first or last story like this nor is it surprising or uncommon. a beautiful soul a, child born into life, a flower blooming in the sun - burned in the toxic fums of waste. lost the the war of money and greed, fear and hunger.

of any who read this i ask PLEASE have only 1 or 2 children, keep them safe but not sheltered, raise them to know of the world, good and bad, show them how they can overcome things, how to see beauty in every thing, to live to the fullest, and to keep their soul alive.

(noun) [HWUR-li-gig’, WUR-li-gig’]

1. a conical child’s plaything tapering to a steel point on which it can be made to spin

2. large mechanical apparatus with seats for children to ride on; carousel; merry-go-round; roundabout: “Blue spent the last month building a large whirligig with flashing red lights that illuminated on each revolution.”

3. anything which whirls around, or in which persons or things are whirled about; ‘With a whirligig of jubilant mosquitoes spinning about each head.’ (G.W. Cable)

4. any one of numerous species of beetles belonging to Gyrinus and allied genera ; (The body is firm, oval or boatlike in form, and usually dark colored with a bronzelike luster. These beetles live mostly on the surface of water, and move about with great celerity in a gyrating, or circular, manner, but they are also able to dive and swim rapidly. The larva is aquatic. Called also weaver, whirlwig, and whirlwig beetle.)