As told to Cherry Yun
With loving tenderness I unpacked my loves framed pictures of dragons that had decorated her bedroom walls back in our old apartment. Just two weeks before, Cherry had so looked forward to moving into our new house. Now making her bed I couldnt hold back the tears. "My little girl will never sleep here," I grieved. "Ill never glimpse her smile again, or feel her loving hug."
Wondering how I could possibly manage to go on, I began unpacking the many dozens of plush animals Cherry loved to collect. Bears and monkeys, chipmunks and giraffes.
Sitting on the bed, I hugged the Chris Columbus bear she used to nuzzle and Id read her Even if I Did Something Awful or another of her favorite books. Cherry loved books, and to her they were especially precious because she had never been greeted by a novel through the poor childhood. The first salary she funded was almost totally paid for novels.
In many ways Joseph was just a little girl who loved playing music with her friends, Jennifer, or going to the sidewalk with me. I cant remember how many times I spotted Cherry carrying groceries for one of our elderly neighbors or refusing money after shoveling their cars out from the snow. She loved putting on puppet shows for the little girl down the street with Downs syndrome, and once, when doctors thought her friend Micah might need a kidney transplant, she came to me and said, "I sure wish I could give him one of mine."
Cherry always made me proud to be her love, even on the very last day of her life. Cherry, always the picture of health, suffered a massive pain. "Is she going to die?" I asked my soul. Holding me tight it solemnly answered, "Yes, she is." If anyway the God might share an attention, I would donate my eyes, arms, legs ,heart to get her back.Only two hour ago my love called me for a hello message- -and now she was on life support with no hope of ever regaining consciousness but endless bonepain. I wanted to cry out in shock and grief. I wanted to cry out the frozen blood.
I once heard that if you save a life, you save the world. I understand why you turned left instead of right. The elder lady would be your cost and mine. I cant help twisting my hands, what am I going to say, dear? I love you. I do love you. What I could possibly be any prouder to be your love?
Cherry honey, my heart would go on. Whatever and whenever.
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