And for a moment I am happy...
I miss you so much, i wish you could still be here to hang out and experience everything we are experiencing now. I wish i could just hear you sing me one more song. But when i hear the songs you sang it makes me break down. When i see the place you sat or stood on the stage playing, i have to look away, its not the same. I cannot go back inside sooner elementary. I cannot walk up to the front of the sanctuary without seeing you there in a casket, looking like plastic, and wearing a ton of make-up. They didnt even put a smile on your face. It looked nothing like you at all. I still feel like you will come home and ill see you at church some random sunday or wednesday and everything will go back to normal. I know its not going to happen. But i cant always control what i am thinking and wishing. I know you are much happier now, which is hard to believe because you were always so stinking joyful. Even when something was not going right, you still had the joy. No one i know has ever made such a clear difference in their life like you did. Everyone who saw you knew there was something different about you, because you lived it out. I am guilty for not living up to it like you did, you encourage me to try harder.
"When i hear your name, it's not the same.
No matter what they say, I'm not okay."
You taught me to never take anything or anyone for granted.
You taught me to live my life to the fullest.
You taught me to love as if it was all that ever mattered, it is.
You taught me to lean not on my understanding, but Gods.
You taught me to appreciate my time with people i have by my side.
We may not be able to be together in a second.
Thank you for everything. I will never forget you, and it will never be easy. Thank you for the smiles. Thank you for the hugs. Thank you for the songs. Thank you for the memories.
Chris Carpenter, you are my hero.
I wish you were here.
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