T E A R SIt started when Samantha died.
She was learning how to swim, but by the looks of it, it was more of learning how to drown. She was just there, swimming, I was watching her, and then, there, ? shes on the floor, people were crowding her and she was unconscious. I didnt know what to do, I was just there, I didnt do anything, I was so, weak.
When her funeral came, when she was cremated, I couldnt even cry. It was like I died with her. I couldnt understand what was happening, and I was just so confused.
I stood there, I heard nothing but my breath and my heart beat, but I knew that Michael was crying, I knew that Mama and Papa were crying, heck, I knew that everybody was crying, but I heard nothing but me. And I still didnt know what was happening. Ive frozen.
Before I knew it, though, after months, tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I was sobbing. It finally kicked in. Although, still, I havent learned to live with her death. Somet