
..she's the cute blonde one.

the room didn't fit two thousand people.
but we squeezed them in there.
impossible is just a word.
standing and seeing them carry the coffin while listening to "in the arms of an angel" through the speakers makes it extremely, extremely hard to contain your tears.
lips trembling, water grasping onto my eyes just by its miniscus, but when it got too thick, it poured.
i haven't been to a funeral since i was 6, before today.
i realized that all her friends and family had one common thing i knew:
she was always, always smiling.
despite her condition, despite her adversities, she was smiling.
all the time.
"she was told her time was limited, she was told she might die, but she refused to let it kill her dream."
she had a petition for animal rights, or something, that she wanted the president to see.
they told times of when she and her best friends were all in one room talking about boys and drama and hatred, and she got mad and yelled at everyone "i just love everyone okay! stop fighting!"
and the crowd laughed.
anyone who would try to avoid seeing her in the newspaper would not succeed.
they had amazing speakers who were pastors at the funeral, hammy.
you should have heard them.
"sara beth" by rascal flatts was courtney's requested song:
SaraBeth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
She hasn't been well
Since the day that she fell
And the bruise it just wont go away
So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad
And flips through an old magazine
'Til the nurse with a smile stands at the door
And says "Will you please come with me?"
SaraBeth is scared to death
Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white
Something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you
Six chances in ten it wont come back again
With the therapy we're gonna try
It's just been approved it's the strongest there is
I think we caught it in time
SaraBeth closes her eyes
And she dreams she dancin' around and around
Without any cares
And her very first love
Is holding her close
And the soft wind is blowing her hair
SaraBeth is scared to death
as she sits holding her mom
cause It would be a mistake
For someone to take
A girl with no hair to the prom
For just this morning right there on her pillow
Was the cruelest of any surprise
Yet She cried when she gathered it all in her hands
The proof that she couldn't deny
SaraBeth closes her eyes
And she dreams she dancin' around and around
With out any cares
And her very first love
Was holding her close
And the soft wind was blowing her hair
It's quarter to seven
that boy's at the door
Her daddy ushers him in
And when he takes off his cap they all start to cry
Cause this morning where his hair had been
Softly she touches just skin
They go dancin' around and around
Without any cares
And her very first true love
Is holding her close
And for a moment she isn't scared


love,
Chris
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