In many cultures, it is believed that spirits of a loved one can take the form of an animal. They believe that this spirit animal will visit you when you need them the most. I believe that my brother will take the form of a wolf and bring me and my family help when we're in need of it. I know my brother loved us, though he may have not shown it in this life, I think he will show us in the next. He was always a brave man, and he will be missed greatly. I wrote a poem to symbolize how I felt and I'm sure how many of us felt when we heard he was gone. It's called Gone With The Wind.
Today.
Today was just another regular, sunny day,
But the wind came, quicker than it went,
With the wind came grey skies and water eyes,
Yes, today started out like any other,
Though the change of weather brought bad news,
The bad news was followed by a volcano of emotions,
With that, came the lost memories,
Memories.
Though buried deep in the lost crevasse of my mind,
Known as the graveyard,
They begin to flood my eyes with waterfalls,
Drenching my pale face as though I was a towel,
Every outcome,
Every possibility,
Racing through the tracks of my mind,
Making me wonder,
Could I have prevented this fatal outcome,
The hours turn slowly into days,
I know that these days will turn into weeks,
When the weeks turn into months,
And the months turn into years,
I will come to accept that the wind had swept you away from our warm embrace,
Leaving nothing behind,
But broken, damaged hearts,
You may be gone with the wind,
But our fondest memories of you,
Will never fade,
Not until the day when we meet again,
Only then will we be reunited as a family,
Only then will I be at peace,
I hope I make you proud and happy to call me your sister,
Cause I know that I am proud to have called you my brother.
I love you forever and always, Devin.
Sincerely,
Your little sister
