Katie, thank you for posting this. We need to remember those killed. My heart is breaking for them. I've been crying all day long. My friends here almost dont seem to care. They are saying "well, think of it this way. People die every day. You cant bring them back" and such. And that was a quote. I don't see how people can hardly care. It almost seems to me that here in Canada, people arn't really caring anymore. The world came to a stand still when Columbine happend. Why is this diffrent? Why are people not caring anymore?
I've been crying all day and just shaking. Trying to understand how someone could do this. How could he look into these young people eyes and them clamly hold up a gun, and shoot with the intent to kill.
Rest In Peace everyone killed, you will be missed. I pray all the time for you, and I will continue to pray for a long time. If not forever.
xoxo forever,
Eilee Repka
Edit:
One of my online friends, Melissa, was telling me about one of the girls who was taken to hospital and later died. I honestly thought I couldn't write poems, but I wrote this one at 2:00am this morning when I woke up and remembered the girl Melissa had told me about....
Prayer Of A Dying Girl
Rest In Peace
She was once the life of the party
With gaiety she danced all around
A more popular girl with the boys
In that town could never be found
But now death has gripped its victim
And the party has come to an end
As she waited for death she wondered
Where were the ones that she calls her friends?
Were they okay, were they alive?
Or was death coming for them aswell.
A preacher came by and for the first time
The plan of Salvation she heard
The promise of Heaven and eternal life
He read to her out of God's Word
But Preacher, I'm dying. Look at the history of my life,
How could God forgive such as I?
The he told of a woman who came to a well
And that for sinners Christ came to die.
Then he told her that she needed to pray
To have all her sins washed away
But she said, I don't know all the Thee's and Thou's
I've never been taught how to pray
Do you think that God would hear a rhyme
For it's all I can think of to say
He said yes, my child, He knows your heart's cry
Then as the tears fell he heard her pray.