Yesterday was the six month anniversary of my teammate Prospie's death. While I still miss her greatly I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that she wanted to die and is in theory at least happier and better off where she is now. Every once and awhile I see something that makes me remember her and I become sad. Today I saw this poem and it made me think of her. I take no credit for the poem. No credit was given where I found it.
God looked around his garden,
And He found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this Earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautifu