"She lived her life as a shooting star--burning so brightly and all too soon extinguished."
-Zachary Lefoll
"So if you care to find me, look to the western sky, as someone told me lately, everyone deserves the chance to fly...I'm flying high, defying gravity...and no one's gonna to bring me down." - Elphaba in Wicked (Scout in the front seat of my car).
There are people who enter your life for a brief time but leave a massive impact, Scout was one of those people. If you knew her then you loved her for the fiery, sassy spirit she was. Scout was an amazing talent. She had the outwardly appreciated talents of a stellar, Broadway worthy voice, and fantastic acting ability. She also possessed the talent to make anyone, anyone feel good about themselves. She could see the absolute best in all those around her, but failed to see it in herself. I'll never understand that. I'll never understand how she didn't see the people who surrounded her that would do anything for her. Following is something I wrote for her in an English class, a month after she left. It's pretty juvenile and kinda' lame, but it captured for me, at the time, how I felt.
she
stood on the shoulders of giants. and, that day, she stood a little taller as she perched on the precipice of a colossal steel structure that swayed faintly when the wind blew, carrying with it the angry chi of ghosts from her past.
she
was defiant and her fingers were swift flying across the digits as her message burst through the lines of telecommunication: she will leave, she said. she can't do this, she said. she has nothing left she said.
her
life of emotional schizophrenia no longer held its charm. and from atop her existence on that foam steel she knew she could not stay.
still
her heart skipped a beat as she sent her final texted plea: a single word that would haunt those it reached, but who couldn't respond, restrained by a force stronger than their own.
so
she spread her arms and they became the wings she'd longed for. with one quick step she left her perch and soared to her next existence. releasing her demons, her friends, her life.
I love you, Scout and will forever miss you.
4 comments:
i'll comment on my own post. man, what a downer! sorry guys (all three of you that look at this), this day always makes me a little sad...
julia, this was really touching, for lack of a better, less-cliche word.
Wow, Jules. That was a really sincere, touching (fine word, Al) post.
Thanks for sharing...I had no idea the impact she had on you.
I don't think it's juvenile or lame at all, if it expresses how you feel.
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