She can't ask to be seen anymore.
See her, anyways.
She's not completely gone if her name still passes our lips. She lives in the moments we pass back and forth...the stories, the laughter, even the tears.
It won't make me sad if you mention her. I won't be shocked if you speak of her death. I am sad all the time now. I know she is dead.
Help me keep her memory alive. Share the stories you have of her and the moments she passes through your mind on an ordinary day. If I share a picture of her with you, please tell me what you're thinking when you look at it.
Say her name. She deserves to live more than nineteen years.
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