Too Short A Story

I mentioned as we sorted photos the other day…photos that go back years how we smiled, laughed, sighed and even shed a few tears. Some of those tears were for Chrissy, whose photos we found in our pile… She seemed so happy in our photos… we never saw the sadness she hid deep beneath her smile. In fact…that sadness we never saw…all her pain, agony and strife caused her…when no one was looking…to shorten her young life. Her life of heartache and suffering must have been so terrible…and with no hope or way to mend it… she did what 12 teenagers in this country do every day… she decided she would end it. I cannot imagine that type of pain…its depth…its size…its shape that would cause someone so young and innocent…to see death as her only escape. Chrissy…I hope you found your peace in death that you couldn't find in life but I also wish we could have found a way to ease your suffering and strife… As I hold your photos in my hand…how I wish we'd have found a way…. to make your pain go away… so you'd still be creating memories And we'd still be taking photos… of your beautiful smile… today.