Angelic Sister Of The Garden

Candace Gayle Dodd

February 4th 1981 - May 13th 2010

I wrote this short writing in memory of Candace Dodd, Rachel’s sister and best friend. Not a lot of people can understand how quick of a bond that two individuals can have, Rachel and Candace is a prime example. They both longed for a father in their life, and when he perished, Rachel and Candace met for the first time since childhood. Their devastating loss brought them together. Most siblings are not as close as Rachel and Candace were. They understood each other on so many levels. She was so beautiful and full of life. No one will ever understand why Candace had to leave us that night. She fell asleep beside Rachel on May the 13th; she didn’t wake up four hours later. As reality slowly hit Rachel, she acknowledged that her life would never be quite the same. It never will be. Candace was her best friend that she confided everything to, everything that the rest of the world would not understand. Candace was the last person to read my novel. She told me that she liked my creative writings. Well, this one is all for you Candace. You meant so much to me and Rachel.

(Side note: This writing is a direct sequel to a writing called, “The Garden That Bloomed.”It was about their father. The “garden” represented in this writing is symbolic for a place of tranquility, such as heaven. The “three” flower blossoms represent Rachel’s, Candace’s, & their father’s spirits.)

Angelic Sister Of The Garden

(Serenity, Never Doubt My Love For You.)

Beyond the fence of this enchanted orchid, bluebirds are perched upon unreachable limbs. Above your head, there they sit, chirping to soothe mortal’s mournful hymns. They claim that an angel came and took her away with a distraught face that resembled her daddy’s. She was born with a throbbing heart of life, but even the purest of hearts are sacrificed. Her smile was a symbol of serenity, and her memories shall live on through eternity. Open your pretty, mortal eyes.

Watch her smiling, laughing, and guarding mortal ties. From a garden, she watches you struggle and strive in a broken world called the human life. She knows that you love her, she knows that you care, she just wishes that she could be with you there.

She was born into a world so damp and hollow, but she found her lost sister in a funeral home of sorrows. When their brown eyes met- could it finally be, that their lives were destined to be complete? They filled the voids in each others hearts, while a piece of their life was falling apart. They searched the world for one to understand- the emptiness because of this man. Undeniable, yet so beautiful. Two pure hearts that are so inseparable. Two twin statues rejoined through a loss. A tragedy for a miracle. An unfair cost.

So let’s sing something worth singing. Let’s show the world “her” meaning. Let’s just sing something worth singing, before “her” last suns a gleaming. The butterflies are fluttering and the treetop is teetering. Let’s just sing something worth singing before her final moons a beaming.

Pink flower buds bloom from the high arms of a tree- which hangs off of a ledge at a dangerous degree. The winds release three and set them free and they float into the currents of a slithering stream. And from that winding stream to the cerulean sea, they reconnect upon the shore of a peaceful beach. And together they shall form humanity’s seed. Together forever, entwined inside the bark of a tree, shut out from the world, sleeping for all eternity. Through the blazing light of the golden sun to the ghostly light of the silver moon. All plants have stories, all plants have places, all plants have lives in the garden that bloomed.

She says like a whisper to her little sister, “Embrace me until the end of time. I will forever be by your side. You haven’t lost. Some cannot be saved. Our love and understanding cannot be erased.”

The tranquil angel emerged up through the garden's flowers. Where fireflies attempted to light up this darkened world. You were all alone, but she was actually standing there for hours- just trying to save the little girl.