About 9 months after Gabbie took her life, a fire erupted in her family home. Thankfully everyone was safe - no injuries but the house and belongings held another story. At this time I was still very close with Gabbie's family and was devastated that yet another tragedy they had to face. I don't want to tell too much of this because frankly it isn't my story to tell.
I will fast forward to a few months later, Gabbie's family had resettled and were readjusting to their new space. I on the other hand kept having these vivid dreams of Gabbie telling me to ''find the book.'' I would wake up so frustrated on the verge of tears because obviously I had no idea what she was talking about. Gabbie loved books, mostly teen fiction like 13 Reasons Why or Go Ask Alice both of which she had given me - I never read them. There was one book that after literally weeks of beating myself up I thought of. Gabbie loved those 792 Thing to Draw books. She was so creative like that. I on the other hand couldn’t draw anything not resembling a stick figure. We wanted something we could do together so a trip to Barnes and Nobles led us to invest in 642 Things to Write About. Which is basically a book of prompts that you just free write responses to. We spent the whole night picking our favorites. That was the last time I saw her book.
Until about a year or so later. I had gone over to her family’s new place and told her mom, “I need to find this book no matter what it takes please.” So, we went through boxes and boxes from the fire coming up with nothing until finally I found it. Still wet, covered in mold some pages singed - but it was there. I still had no idea what I was even looking for so I just started sifting through pages, until I found it.
Write a story in which each sentence will begin with a different letter of the alphabet, beginning with the letter A, and moving sequentially, i.e., B, C, D, and so forth.
There was no date to this entry so I have no idea if she had written moments before her passing or maybe months or years before. But it was a letter, a goodbye one. But it wasn’t sad. It was happy and filled with hope and love. A world she had never seen before. Breathtaking, she Couldn’t believe a world so beautiful exists.
Dancing in the light.
Live in peace, not pieces
- Cat
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