It was a Sunday just like any other . I awoke to see my father, as he got ready for the service like any other Sabbath. The night before you cried out to me in pain in hunger. So I swore by the light of the moon, that I ease your pain and feed your hunger and save you from the wrath of dirty water. Though when I came and called your name you were nowhere to be found. As I stood their in the darkness of hell where lost souls wonder trapped in comfort. I called your name and searched the baron waste lands of what is known as the wastelands of the valley where hopes and dreams go to die. The place that consumed you of your hope, your dreams, your aspirations. All but the flame of our love had yet to be extinguished! I had tried day after day to bring you out of the abyss of dirty water. With such sweet words desperately persuading you to go home. Where your loved ones did wait for so I thought.
My efforts seemed of no avail, this wasteland had become your jail. the very jail of your peace and sanity. Your mind beyond the reach of reason as I tried to keep our flame from diming. I gave you love, I gave you food I gave you an opportunity for a way out this dreadful hell. Yet your will was gone; your mined poisoned by the dirty water. Your apatite fixed to it like a light to a fly. Though ever I was the optimist , I never would have imagined that you might die and I nor anyone could save you. Since the hollow hopelessness of the dirty water was to much for my soul to bare, I had steered clear of it not calling or writing or responding you my love, for I have given you all I can from coin, to food, to affection; but your craving for the dirty water’s poison has broken your will and stole your soul. It is half passed 5 as the sun sets on this sabbath day, still I see nor hear no sign of you only the passing of beggars asking me for coin.
At this point I realized that you are not coming so I start my ignition and make my leave. With sadness in my heart , and look of disappointment as I make my way home to rest my head I lay in bed thinking and hoping to find you in the morning. As day breaks and I awake I go to drink my dew as reach to read my daily take. Their in the columns take in the section of the daily google a look of shock and disbelief came upon my face, for the grim news that what I saw not only broke my heart but changed me forever, it was your obituary saying you had died at hospice just on the outskirts of The Dirty water. What scared me the most was readings that you had passed away on the 12th just two days before holy day of the sabbath; for on the sabbath you were laid to rest. Which meant the one who wrote to me was not you but your ghost crying out in hunger. Our flame of love though it may have seemed dim it burned bright enough to transcend death. Though I was sad I did not get to see you once last time, the flame of our love transcended death the day you left. for have taught me the most important lesson of my life to cherish ;life and all whom I have in it and all the time that I have. all this your death has taught me the day that you left.
In Memory of Amber Nicole Beimler (March 13, 1993- October, 12 2022) “May you find peace Amber you will be forever loved and missed”-J.P. Belmont