Thanks to Coleen, Lena's mom, who made this animation of Bekah. Meet Lena another victim of vehicular homicide
On July 19, 2001, my daughter was killed while crossing the street. She had been 21 years old for thirteen days.
7/26/01 4:35:25 AM
I imagine her spirit drifting
through the night,
And when I told my sister
of the strength I gain
From knowing she was happy
when she died,
The chills came on me
I imagined they were her,
trying to hug me.
I imagine her flitting
The way butterflies do,
but a spirit,
Like a long low string
of a cloud,
As she goes here, there,
all through this
Heartless megalopolis,
to tell us all
That she knows, she cares,
she loves still.
Though she is much too still,
so
Robbed of her body, so
rudely,
Bitter.
Pissed.
Killed. Killed is not the
same
As merely dead.
© Barbara Bales 2001-2002
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