Posts tagged amy

dear amy,

i miss you so much. 

i feel like a seagull circling a parking lot, searching for sea

i feel like i’m watching a movie of a girl playing the part of me

i’ve abandoned every nest i’ve built

from strands of hair, twigs, and twine

my life is a mismatched patchwork quilt

that doesn’t keep me warm at night

goodnight, dear amy

you are never far from my thoughts.

love, sarah june

beloved amy jade,

i remember when i heard the news - july 23rd - the most awful news that you were gone. i read that when emergency was phoned that they described the call as a “divorced lady in camden who appears to be dead”. i remember feeling a sense of horror reading such a cold description of you.

you are a lady with a voice that changed the world. you are a girl who has touched millions of peoples’ lives with your words and your spirit. you are a beautiful woman who was never afraid to be yourself. you lived your life out loud, wearing your heart on your sleeve, unafraid to show that you are human and vulnerable too. you are a sweet songbird, endlessly lovable, beautiful in the most unique and fascinating way, and so human. so human, but with a voice that sounds like it comes from elsewhere. you are so gifted - you are one of the few people who can effortlessly sing jazz and blues from the *soul* - you are an untrained musical genius. you are much more than could ever be put into words.

and every day i find more reasons to adore you, and be inspired by you. in your short time on this earth you have left enough beauty to be treasured by people around the world, until the end of time.

love always,

sarah june

dear amy,

summer is slowly fading from gold to gray. i’m not looking forward to autumn - that feeling in the air that is the small space between summer and winter. there’s that crisp clean air, blazing red leaves, and a feeling of urgency. autumn is fleeting, and summer quickly becomes a memory, before winter takes the wheel.

i’m sick again - seems like i should just get used to being sick nearly all year. i can barely remember any long period of time when i wasn’t sick. after a while it’s easy just to start giving up on feeling well. i forget what it feels like to feel healthy.

my father is so mean to me that it feels my heart has a metal shell. i don’t hear what he says anymore. i just see red, like there’s blood in my eyes.

i miss you so much, amy. life is hard, but you made me feel less alone. you helped me through.

sending you my love, amy jade.

~sarah june