A poem
Brydon's letter he had in his pocket.
(I tried to copy it , but was not clear to read)
I Am Sorry fo the Pain that my
decision has caused
I have thought this out for a long time.
Rest assured that this is what I want.
Please do not revive me, if you can.
donate organs and burn to ash the
unusable.
I request that I have no buriel or funeral.
The letter I found torn up in his trash
I'm Sorry... to leave you
with an unfilled space.. though,
I am sure you understand
lifes tomporal ways, along with
individuality and ones right of choice...
Again... I Am Sorry... but, I
have chosen to leave this side of things.
please do not be to sad,
or worry much over the unknowns,
we will all face them exactly the same,
so very soon, too soon...
I realize now that the only thing
wrong with suicide is the damage it
causes to loved ones, under clearly
concious mind. I apologigize to all of my family.
Please fare well and enjoy your lives
and know that I will be ok and happy with
decision through it all.

Do You? By Lyndie Sorenson
Do you hear me when I speak to you? Can you feel my love so deep? Have you transcended to another world... Where once again we'll meet?
Do you see my tears continue As I live on without you here? Is it you that comes to visit... When I feel you are near?
Do you see I'm lost without you? Can you tell how much I've changed? I live my life as if I'm lying Was this all just prearranged?
Do you know how much I need you? Can you come take me away? For living on without you Is so very difficult each day.
Have others just forgotten? Or do they just ignore... That grief lives on forever Deep down within my core
When my time on Earth is over... and I have worked my whole life through Will I travel up to heaven... to finally be with you?
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