An Open Letter to Hope
Two weeks ago your eternal fire was extinguished abruptly. An unexpected accident, that was no fault to anyone. A car crash took your life.
I didn’t know you. I just knew what I had read in the newspapers. You were so young, vibrant and full of joy. You had so much promise in the life ahead of you. A high school student active in school activities and academia, your parents proud of your direction and drive to discover your untouched potential. You were a well-loved student with many friends who cared for you dearly. The dozens of flowers, candles, and letters written to you and left at the dreadful location will attest to this.
I drive by your memorial every day to pick up my own daughter from pre-school. When she asks me why there are flowers on the side of the road, I tell her about you as though you were the best friend I ever had.
I tell her that the flowers placed at the crash site symbolize a celebration of the life you lived, the people you’ve touched and the inspiration you provided to those around you.
I tell her about the hope you gave your friends, your family, the stranger who did not know you and his daughter who still wonders why.
I tell her that life is precious and every day should be lived and appreciated, although it not always is.
I tell her that tragic events have a way of bringing perfect strangers together in hope. Hope for closure, peace and acceptance of a life gone too early.
My daughter may not know all the words that I am saying, but she seems to understand the message being conveyed: Lives can be touched, changed and shaped by simple gestures and acts of kindness.
My daughter asked me if we could stop by tomorrow to see the flowers and read the letters written to you. I said that we would.
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