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Being Grateful is a Choice

February 3, 2013
By paleteenager PLATINUM, Fountain Hills, Arizona
paleteenager PLATINUM, Fountain Hills, Arizona
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As I scrolled through Facebook, I saw the usual plethora of meaningless posts from people that I barely know or people that I wish I didn't. Sighing, I decided to just watch television instead. Just as I was about to exit the browser, a message popped onto my screen. Flashing. Waiting.

I noticed it was from a friend of mine who graduated last year and went to college. Weird, I thought. I haven’t talked to him in ages. Making the decision to see what had prompted him to message me, I moved the cursor over to the blue box.
“Madi, is it true?” his message read.

My mind spun and bent over backwards trying to figure out what he was referring to. I responded, confused, “is what true?”

“That Noah died.”

Every muscle in my body contracted. My heart stopped. I fell over onto my bed, hair spilling around me like an ocean, breathing stifled by my comforter.

My friend Caleb who was with me at the time spoke, probably asking me what happened, but I don’t remember. I don’t remember typing back “is this a joke,” hoping with all my heart that it was. I don’t remember seeing his response “no” and how my breathing came to a halt. I don’t remember when Caleb wrapped his arms around me while my rag doll of a body sunk into him. All I remember is how Noah’s smile flooded my mind, memories coming forward twenty at a time, forcing themselves to be remembered.

Nights we spent hours watching stupid YouTube videos, the day we went to the mall with “free hugs” signs but were too afraid to do it, the week he came to school not wearing shoes just to see how long it would take our teachers to notice, when he introduced me to bands that I hated at first but grew to love.

I sat up and pulled my hair behind my ears, looked down to see the black smears of my makeup left behind on my bed like scars. I turned to look at Caleb as he gave me a half smile, a crescent, like the moon - Luna, just like Noah used to call me. I collapsed again and while listening to the sound of the rain outside, decided it matched the rhythm of my tears. One, two, three, one, two, three. It sounded like counts of music - music, Noah’s passion.

The only thing that I could think of was Noah. Everything I thought, if not first about him, eventually became him. I can’t remember when I finally got up either, gathered every ounce of strength left in me to go tell my mom that my best friend was gone. Forever.

Six days later, as I looked at you lying there, it bothered me how you were drained of the blood that once pulsed through your body – the skin that you opened like a river by means of your own hands even when I begged you not to, stiff. As I looked at you, I realized not only did you look strange because of the make-up they put on you or the patterned shirt you would have never worn by choice, you looked strange because you weren't wearing your trademark smile. As I looked at you, I remembered the night I found out and how the pain from that moment hasn't gotten any less painful, it’s just gotten easier to hide.

When I finally looked away from you, though, I looked around me at the sea of people who came to say goodbye to you. People who were touched by your existence and wanted to be graced by your presence one last time. I realized I should not be eternally sad for my loss of you, but that I should instead be eternally grateful to have known you.

It isn't everyday that you meet someone who can make you laugh even when you were crying minutes before, someone who you have so much fun with you never want it to end, someone who urges you to call them at four in the morning if that’s what you need – someone who is there for you no matter what the circumstance.

So when I leaned over to kiss your forehead and whisper to you that I loved you, I don’t want you to think that was me saying goodbye. It was me saying thank you.

The author's comments:
To anyone who is currently going through the loss of someone close to them, I've heard it gets better. Keep your head up high and don't be afraid to cry sometimes as long as you remember to smile later.

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on Jun. 18 2013 at 12:22 am
DarknessHasFallen GOLD, Broomfield, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
I'm fine. I just feel like I'm shattered into hundred of little shards of glass and I'm going to hurt everybody who loves me.

This is the sweetest and most emotional piece of writing i have ever read. I have also dealt with loss although not with as such grace and beauty as the piece of writing displays. Thank you for giving me a new outlook on life and the inevitable; death.

on Feb. 7 2013 at 1:49 pm
EsmeFiaFranz GOLD, Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
"Every life is story. Make yours a best seller"

I cried when I read this. It's like you knew what happened to me. My friend Collin killed himself in 2009. He overdosed on Heroin. I never went to his funeral; I still feel lost on the anniversary of his death. I've never really had closure but I am forever grateful that he was my friend.

Steph York said...
on Feb. 7 2013 at 10:31 am
Steph York, Brownfield, Maine
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Very well done with detail!! Make me cry half way through and the rest of the way! 

on Feb. 6 2013 at 5:29 pm
Overcomingthe_Pain GOLD, Klawock, Alaska
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Favorite Quote:
Stay positive throughout the pain.
Life will get better.
Life is good, Eternal life is better
"If you think you can do a thing or think you can't do a thing,you're right"-Henry Ford

I loved this. I feel what you have gone thru, I just lost a friend to rape and murder. I wish the world didnt have to be like this! i want to make a change

CloClo SILVER said...
on Feb. 5 2013 at 10:47 pm
CloClo SILVER, Scottsdale, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints on your heart. to handle yourself, use your head ;to handle others, use your heart.Anger is only one letter short of danger. If someone betrays you once, it is his fault; if he betrays you twice, it is your fault. Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people. He who loses money, loses much; he who loses a friend, Loses MUCH more; he who loses Faith, loses all. Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art. Learn from mistakes of others. You cant live long enough to make them all yourself...... There is no beginning or end. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is Mystery.Today is a gift, that's why they call it the present

Absolutely astonishing! I didn't know Noah personally, but a few friends of mine met him and I have heard his story. I love that you wrote down exactly how you felt. Great writing comes from the hardest moments in life. The ending was beautiful. I can't believe I found this. I hope you are doing better. Have a wonderful day :)