Tuesday, 10 July 2007

• How can you sum up a life in 1 post?

  It seems so wrong that it's been a year.

  It seems so wrong that no one seems to care.

  It seems so wrong for someone so young to die.

  It seems so wrong for a best friend to be gone.

  It seems so wrong for hearts to be sorrowing.

  It seems so wrong for us to have moved on.

  It seems so wrong we've grown up a bit.

  It seems so wrong she's not here to share it.

  It seems so wrong...yet it's all right, because it's God's plan, His will, and He does all things well. He is God, who are we to question? Who are we to ask why?

  "And-and I notice you plant your flowers around your house, and-and the summertime they bloom up so pretty, and brighten up your home. And then, maybe, in the fall of the year, all of a sudden, a frost hits them. That's death. Now, whether they're already the petals dropping, or whether they're young flowers, or whatever they are, when frost strikes, it takes them all. That's death. It's no respect of person, ability, age. It just strikes...

  Garnett will live again. He's alive now. He's in another world. And he'll rise again just as sure as the flower rises again. He'll rise just as sure-as sure as the moon, sun or stars rise again. He'll rise...

  Course, we hate to see that young fellow laying there like that, just look like in the prime of life. But you know when God...When you take a flower out of your flower garden, you don't always take the old ones. Sometimes you have to have a bud, a bud has to serve your purpose in a bouquet. Maybe God wanted a bud. And that's what He picked on here, for a bud for His altar in Glory; with a guarantee, of everything testifying that he will rise again...all that knowed Garnett, knowed this, that he was a Christian. You couldn't come in his presence without knowing there had been a change in that boy. He had been germitized by Life." Garnett Peake's Funeral-11/18/1963

  Neis, Miriam Anna, went home to be with the Lord on the evening of July 10, 2006. She was born April 24, 1988 in Whitehorse, Yukon and lived in the North until 1997 when she and her family, sister Rachel, brother Caleb and parents Angela and Robert, left the Yukon to make their home in the Lower Mainland.
  

  Miriam loved life and gave her best in all that she did. Talent and promise marked her life. Her report cards rarely recorded a letter grade other than A. She was a natural athlete and over the years received awards and honour for poetry and art. In June of 2006 she graduated from Clayton Heights Secondary School, Surrey and went on to work with friends at Mary's Garden near Morgan Creek.
  

  Friends and family meant a lot to Miriam. She looked for the best in people and was always there to lend a helping hand or offer an encouraging word. She was loved by young and old. None of us will ever be the same; she touched our lives. She stood for and was a testimony to the Lord Jesus Christ and we thank the Lord for the gift of knowing and loving Miriam for the time she was with us.
  No life passes without a purpose and we know this is all part of the Master's plan. He doeth all things well. Her life has been as a fragrance of a flower carried on the wind, beautiful and fleeting. She was a masterpiece that God chose for His bouquet. Our hearts share the sorrow of the loss of such a precious soul but we do not mourn as others mourn. We know it is for a season. Lovely and sweet bud, death with never separate us. We do not say good-bye, but only until.

  I miss her so much. It feels so wrong she's gone. I mean, she was 18, it just seems so wrong for my friend to be gone. But God is perfect. I can't believe how much my life has changed. I haven't even gone to see her grave since the funeral because, I don't know why. No one seems to realize how much it hurts. How it tears my heart with every memory. How I can't wait for this world to be over with. The quotes I have are so like Miriam. She was so alive and beautiful and perfect. My last memory of her is her driving away in Tawnya's car, waving sweetly, after such a strange but beautiful afternoon. I never saw her again. That Monday night was sleepless. I had to go to work the next day and kept bawling. I went up and was with the young people Tuesday night. I stayed and cried all night with a friend. It was so odd to see her lying there in that box. It wasn't her, I realized, it was just her body. Her life was gone to Heaven, and that comforted me. I went to her funeral on Tuesday, July 18. I couldn't believe that I, at 18, was going to an 18 year-old friend's funeral. I tried to remember everything I could. I didn't want to forget anything. It's gotten a little easier, sort of. I don't cry as much, but I still remember. I'm sorry, you probably don't understand, but this is more for me than anyone else. There's so much I can say. I knew her for just under 10 years, but all I can remember is her. I thank God for the time we were able to share, it was truly a gift. "God be with us til we meet again."

  

  Here's what I wrote last year: http://www.xanga.com/babyruth873/507729099/miriam-neis.html

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