A Gift for My Friends in Their Final Resting Place 🥀🕊️
I missed my friends today… with a longing that aches deep inside my heart. 💔
I kept wondering: What could I possibly give to the girls who had been beside me since childhood? What could I place in their hands, when their hands are gone forever? 😢
Then I remembered where they were waiting for me…
I walked beneath the scorching sun ☀️, passing through streets and homes reduced to rubble. Every step carried a memory. Here, we used to laugh. There, we walked together to school. Along another road, we went to summer camp, dreaming of brighter days. 🏫🌸
I was exhausted. I was thirsty. My feet hurt. But I kept walking.
I couldn't turn back before I reached them. 🥀
When I finally arrived, my friends didn't run toward me as they always used to.
I found their graves. 🪦💔
I sat beside them for a long time, unable to speak.
I had no precious gift to bring them. Nothing that could bring them back. Only a few flowers and a little water. 🌷💧
I planted the flowers over their graves and watered them with my own hands, wishing I could water them instead… wake them… and hear their laughter just one more time. 😭
Silently, I whispered:
“Forgive me for coming late… and forgive me for not being able to protect you.” 💔
I placed my hand on the earth, as if searching for the little hands that once held mine on our way to school.
But I found nothing except the soil. 🥀
I left carrying a heart heavier than the one I had arrived with.
But I left flowers, water, and one thing death can never take from them:
Their memory. 🕊️
My friends… the war may have taken you from my eyes, but it will never take you from my heart. ❤️🩹
I will remember you for as long as I live.
And I will keep telling the world that you were here… that you laughed, dreamed, loved life, and had names, faces, and dreams. 🌸
You are not numbers on a list of the dead… you are my childhood, buried beneath the earth. 🥀🕊️💔 :::