The three of us, Mom, Nina and I, went to the home of David and Anne Seamons, the parents of our late friend Christian, for an easter egg hunt a week ago. There were a lot of laughs and joys at the Seamons' home; we had dinner and we talked about things with our friends there. When we were in line for dinner, Nina and I were freezing because we didn't bring our jackets and we didn't think it would be that cold. Thanks to Todd, Christian's older brother, he gave us two jackets to keep us warm from the cold weather.
When the time for the hunt began, I didn't really want to go because I thought I was too old for it now but to tell you the truth, I'll always be young at heart. I decided to go on the hunt with the little children and the other teenagers like me. There were many candies all over the yard; it was like a huge cloud just came and dropped tons and tons of candy on there when we were still inside. It really felt like that!
While hunting, I found my favorite chocolate, Hershey's bar! Yes! I've loved those things ever since I was little. Those things are so darn good even though they make me break out and feel sick.
My basket got bigger and bigger when I found a lot of candy on the trees, the grass and the plants. Even better, I found a neat surprise... $1.00 given to me from Sister Seamons. It was the best easter egg hunt ever!
Christian Taylor Seamons
1976-2009
But while I was there, I looked at the portrait of our dear Christian. I saw his face; I remembered he's not here with us in this mortal life and we can't see him but we can feel him. I miss him and I mourn for him. I wish he could have survived the very bad illness but it's too late to save him because he's now gone and there's no way to re-do the past.
When that feeling came to me I kept imagining that Christian was really alive and inside the house but I kept remembering that he isn't visible in our presence. My eyes were starting to fill with tears and I was about to cry. I had to get out of the house and I did; I got up from the chair, walked slowly and calmly to the door, opened it and then walked outside. As soon as I saw the yard and found it was "safe" enough for the people not to see me cry and begin to wonder why, I started to run to the playground with tears rolling down from my eyes to my rosy cheeks. I cried when I got to the fence and I was so upset that my 'adopted brother' is no longer alive. I turned around and saw the swing; it was a way to comfort me and it helped me. I sat down, held onto the chains, and began to kick my feet up in the air to keep me going. It was such a comfort to me; I closed my eyes and I felt the air coming back and forth; I felt like I was flying or floating. I was there for probably 30 minutes and when it was time to go I felt so much better from the swing and I felt strong enough to endure and be happy for Christian. I've learned that it's alright to feel sad about something but in your heart you don't want to be sad because your loved ones want you to be happy throughout the human life. That's what is best for us to do as mortals: don't worry, but be happy.
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