¡¾the lament for miumiubebe, our beloved girl ¡¿
I was wandering with axaing in Seattle airport, just got off the plan, looking f or
the third cup of coffee that day, when we saw gdd approach. He looked dis mal and
our hearts sank. We knew what had happened.
It began with just a little tumble, a damn little tumble. We all fell ma ny times, fell on
the ground, hit the trees; rolled over down the slopes¡ B ut this time, swayed a
little, she fell into the ruin. Within that week, we had hope on the strength in her
body. We thought there would come a day when she returned from darkness and
walked again in the sunlight; her laughter f illed the air like crystal dust¡ We all
believed so, for she was so young, so vivid, like sunshine without shadow, like
breeze from green woods¡. How did it come to such an end? Parents buried their
child, friends weep for the ir loss, and her beloved husband sit in gloom listening in
vain for the retu rn steps at the door.
¡°Life is fragile, and tragedy can happen in no time¡± my mama always s aid so. I
nodded in agreement but never put the words into my head. Jeff tol d me once that
he called his college buddies constantly to make sure they we re still alive, I shook
my head with friendly mockery for his sentimentality . Forgive me. I was so wrong.
Now our dear girl rose into the heaven, shining above us, smiling at us. May she
stay with angels in the light of God.