From one of my students

I wish I had this kind of insight when I was 12 years old. It is hearbreaking that she has dealt with so much loss, but a gift that she has learned this lesson at such a young age. She writes:
Have you ever wanted to just go to a magical world like Narnia? Or live someone else's life? I have. I want to go to a magical place. Not where there's ponies that talk and oddly coloured animals, but I want to go to a magical place where all my dead loved ones come back to life, a magical place where they and I will never die. Where I can spend every moment with people I love and doing things I love. I won't have to be scared that one day I am going to get mad at my mom and dad early in the morning before they leave for work, then find out that it was the last time I saw them. For the rest of my life I would cry in my room, thinking of how I never got to say how sorry I truly was. Never ever would I see their smiles, or them cooking in the kitchen. I would always know how I never got to say good-bye.
Once you lose someone extremely close to you, you realize how when you walk away from them, it could be the last time you ever see them. I have lost many people and I always think to myself when I see their picture on our wall, "I wish I had told them every day how much I really loved them, because I never realized I could lose them." I always thought they would be there every day of my life. They would watch me graduate, see me get my first house, they were going to watch me get a job! And then those dreams ended with a phone call or a knock on the door.
I realized that I don't have a right to live for tomorrow, because each day is a gift. I have to make what I can out of each day I have, because I might not have another one.

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