The wind rustled through her fur as she sat, head down and legs outward, panting through her silver tears. She never thought she would have gotten so far from when her father was killed. She reflected on her last moments with him –his promises and how he kept them, the sound of his soothing voice, and the laughter he and she had shared. She clenched her paws, digging her nails into the dirt, and bawled, asking herself, “why couldn’t I have made him prouder?!” Suddenly, her markings began to glow, the wind began to blow much harder than before, and the lights of the glow shimmered in her eyes. Suddenly, she perked her ears, only to hear the words:” Gade, tande.” The words were repeated three times. These words were spoken in creole –they translate “Look, listen”. She closed her eyes and raised her head to the sky, her tears dropping to the rocky ground. “I am, papa, I am, but, what am I waiting for?”
This is a gift for my best friend, , whose father was killed in Haitis eight years ago... tomorrow is the eighth year 'anniversery'. He was 37 when he died --he was a missionary to the haitians. At the time, he had a beautiful wife and five children. He was driving his motorcycle when a truck swerved and the two collided. His wife witnessed it happen. She held him in her arms before he passed. All he said was "Look, listen" three times in the Haitian language, Creole. I won't go into any other details of his death because it is probably too gore to go into and I don't wanna scar anyone, nor do I want to betray Laura's trust, just in case some of the things she's told me is stuff she doesn't want me to share with other people.. If you want to know more about it, read this: [link]
Oh my gosh, Laura, I think I'm crying again.. this is so sad, you should never have gone through this!
This is the least I can ever do to repay you, Laura. You have been a role model to me --a picture of strength and courage. It makes me smile everytime I see your icon in my DA message inbox, or recieve a note from you on skype. I sharing laughs with you, to where we both have the same sense of humour --like the yogurt scene, or that message you said you'd always leave for the teachers whenever you leave class XDDD but, not even that, too be honest, but, when some stuff went down in july last year, you were the first one I ran too, and, you were the first one to ever understand how I feel. You were there for me the minute the suffering was taken up ten notches, and yet, I couldn't be there for you when your father was killed. Heck, I was a little, happy six or seven year old girl at the time whose biggest fear was being stung by a scorpion or being hopped on by a spider, while you lived in a place with unfamiliar people and a strange environment, and yet, you lived with it just fine. Gosh, I come to you gobbling like an idiot and quite frankly, I'm more than lucky to have such a good friend in my life --I dunno what I'd do without you, Laura, and yet.. you had to live with all of this pain on your own. In fact, you were just telling me about people calling you an attention-wanter and claimning that you are lying about your dad dying... I am APPALLED at that! I am so sorry about what has happened to you AND these... these JERKS who are basically telling you that you have no reasons to be sad... It just, makes me so angry.. I'm so sorry...
You are one of my best friends and you have always been there for me --thank you so much. I have more to say though. You blame yourself for your dad's death and wonder why you couldn't have said anything better than "I love you" as your last words to him? Those were the best words you could have ever said --and, the horse accident wasn't your fault. Sure, you wanted the horse, but, if there is anyone to blame, than we'd of had to blame everyone! What matters is that he had survived for a few more years. I'm speaking for your dad when I say that you are incredible --I, and he, love you so much. You are an AMAZING writer, a talented horse-rider, a BEAUTIFUL girl, a MATCHLESS artist, and just an IRREPLACEABLE friend. I wish I could just somehow show you how amazing you are! <3 God has truly blessed you with amazing talents... I am so sorry for your loss... But I know one thing, and that is that your father couldn't be prouder of you right now. In fact, he is smiling down on you, clapping for you when you achieve your goals, and shed tears with you when you cry. He gives you pats on the back when you're sad, and every night, he lays his hand on your forehead...
I'm sorry for not saying more... I love you so much. . . I know that his death day was tomorrow, but... I read you wont be here then.. So, I am posting it today.
HELL YEAH ! im proud of this one !! its my entry for 's contest. you can join if you want ^u^ ! i like competition hehehe <(=w=<)~ .. so here's the [link] to the contest rules / prizes / time limit. i had fun drawing this i really like Laura's oufit XP
PLEASE , guys can you tell me REALLY what you think about this drawing ( Say what you want it wont hurt my feelings (;u ) 'ya know .. like a little critique or something Thanks for watching me guys !!! ~i luv you <3 _________________________________________________________ (c) Characters (c) Art
Before my boy and I were going out I pointed A LOT of these out. It was one of my things I guess. xD He says he thought it was cute, pfffft. xD We've been together for a year and a half come Saturday c: woooo~
anywho I thought this would be cute. I felt kinda like a creep looking back at all the times I did this...haha