JoanneGet over it…Some people can’t.---Throughout my life, I heard three simple words. Get over it. Every person I had met, every person I had seen and every person I heard told me. Can one ‘get over it’? Does a man ‘get over it’ when his son is missing out at sea? No. Does a mother ‘get over it’ when she held the first born? No. So why did I had to ‘get over it’? It frustrated me. Everything did since my sister passed away.She came down with a cold instantly when summer begun. I thought it would be gone in a week. I was wrong. I had rushed her to hospital when her fever reached a ridiculously high. I’d forgotten what she was diagnosed with but apparently, according to the numerous of doctors and nurses, she wasn’t going to live for long.So, as she would lay in the hospital bed, she’d chuckled about how my head was in the clouds. I was always like that. Why? I hadn’t any clue. I assumed though it was bec
FriendI was just about ready to give up,But then I hit a stroke of luck,I saw your face in my dying mind,Which gave me the will to stay alive.You whispered gently 'Please don't die,Because that would surely make me cry',I always hate to make you sad,I anyone hurt you, I'd go mad.We'll work this out, just you and I,I promise you that I won't die,As long you give me the strength,As long as you remain my friend.