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“Everyone kept on telling me to have ‘faith’ because God works in mysterious ways to give people a fruitful life as long as their faith is strong. If this, you being sick, is His mysterious way of testing my faith, than I had rather let my life be barren.”
“Silly, without God there wouldn’t be any angels.”
“I never said He didn’t exist, just that I couldn’t bring myself to believe in Him, because to believe is to have faith and trust. We wouldn’t even be looking for angels anyways if God didn’t give you this illness. How could I have placed my hopes on someone like that? - You don’t deserve this. Nobody deserves cancer.”
“I may not be deserving of it, but I still have it, and God gave it to me for a reason. I, a cancer-ridden girl, have an even bigger purpose than I can ever fathom. Yes, He has given me this disease, but He has also given me in return something so much greater. The memories I’ve collected far exceeds this short life of mine. Time is a cup meant to be filled up with memories, and because of you, mine is overflowing. TaeTae, I’ll die, but then again, everyone dies; not everyone lives though, and that’s what God has given me - life.”
“Some people die without knowing love, and I’m glad I’m not one of them. When I am long and gone, and people come and visit my remains, they wouldn’t see ashes, they’d see love. And when the wind sweeps by and blows me away on a late autumn day, my heart it’ll pick up… still whispering your name alongside the fallen leaves. That’s what God has given me, what more can I ask for?”
“If you didn’t get it earlier, I’ll stress it further… I love you, and I’m glad you told me. I wanted to confess for the longest time, but I was afraid. I didn’t want to be selfish.”
“I know. And you aren’t. I used to think the same thing, I didn’t want to be selfish either, but someone told me otherwise”
“Fany, I said that I could not believe in a God, but I’ve never said that I cannot believe in a God.”
“What do you mean?”
“If God is love,” “then starting today I believe in God”
“Once upon a time, there was this little girl who met an angel. And the angel made her cry a lot at first, but nevertheless, the two eventually became friends. Close friends, the bestest of friends. And the little girl who used to have anxiety problems didn’t have it anymore when she was with the bubbly angel. Her laughter and smile was heavenly, and it was a puzzle the little girl was more than willing to try to solve for the rest of her life. The heaven sent angel was God’s gift for the girl. She cherished her whole-heartedly, for the angel could turn dirt into diamonds, water into polished sapphire, and pebbles into tempted gold with just a smile. In the light of the sun, the angel shone brighter and in the darkest of nights she was a beaming lighthouse. The girl couldn’t help but fall in love. But God’s gift was temporary, and He would soon make her come back home, because nothing heavenly can live on earth for too long. Knowing that, the girl who grew up alongside the angel didn’t tell her of her growing feelings - until now”
“Look, it’s a person’s life stretched across the sky.” Grandpa Lee projected, his fingers pointing to the lone shooting star that soared between the shadows of two mountain-like hills. Everyone turned in unison, and gazed in enchantment at the spectacle.
“Grandpa, what do you mean?” Sunny asked with a confused expression before hastily throwing the beer bottle in her hand as far as she could towards the middle of the lake. The impact of glass colliding with water broke the still surface of the lake, distorting the captured image of the stars like a heat wave that rose from a desert road would to the distant horizon.
“We are all like a shooting star. We mark the sky but only for a brief moment and then we’re gone. The question that life asks us will always be: Will you look at yourself as burning debris or something people can wish upon?” Grandpa Lee answered before throwing his bottle out to the lake.
“Why not fight it? Why not be the first rain drop to fight the stormy wind? Don’t let it push you around as you move a great distance, no matter where you drift off to, you’ll still be falling at 9.8 meters per second. Aren’t you curious about what it feels like to hit the ground?”
