Something happened yesterday in Delaware that shook them to their core. She knew she would be forever viewed as the student who died because of something that happened inside her school. She woke up yesterday, got ready for school, her mind heavy with whatever circumstances eventually led to her death, and faced the day. She probably didn’t know it was going to be her last. Her name is Amy.
She got to school and soon after found herself in a girl’s bathroom where she then found herself in a fight with another girl. Others joined the fight and what may have been even odds soon became unbalanced. As onlookers excitedly watched and some may have pulled out their iPhones to film the fight, the girl’s head hit the floor. As instincts for defense flashed out of her mind I imagine she felt a sudden jolt of pain and then nothing. Her name is Amy.
She may have felt her soul leap out of her body. She may have seen her mortal shell no longer a vessel for her heart and soul. She may have seen the confusion, anger, and sadness around her death. Depending on what she believed, many things could have happened. She felt a warmth and a light calling to her as she was welcomed into the arms of those she lost in her short time here. All her worries, confusion, and anxiety lifted from her in an instant. Surrounded by unconditional love with a true understanding of what existence is truly about. Her name is Amy.
As she met our Heavenly Father and His Son, she understood why everything happened the way it did and she was at peace with it. She may have shared some of that light and kindness with her family on Earth, and her friends, and even her enemies. She may have seen the endless tears stretch across a nation yesterday as people who never knew her tried to grapple with what happened. Perhaps she knew her death may have meaning in the long run and serve as an example of much-needed change on our world. Her name is Amy.
She may have seen the pervasive darkness that surrounded the city she called home. The true evil, mixed with moments of grace, as the city endlessly struggles to heal itself. She may have seen the light inside each and every one of its inhabitants, struggling to bring out that light and let it shine. She may have seen those who do not have a home to call their own except the hard streets. She may have seen the endless debate, trying to find fault in her death. But she knew her death meant she would have eternal life. She understood that her freedom was our loss and for some, nothing would ever be the same again. She knew some would attempt to change things because of her death and she smiled. Her name is Amy.
It was the last day of her mortal life and the first day of her eternal life. The things that mattered to her here were still with her but in her new life she felt a connection with it all. She saw how one pebble could have a ripple effect on those around her which spread out around the world. A butterfly effect. She understood that human beings could make a choice, to give her death true meaning they would need to look outside themselves to understand the multiple reasons for answering the whys. She understood the factors that led to her eternal life and no one thing could give a clarifying and simple answer. From the time she was in her mother’s womb until her last breath, everything mattered. How one smile to a stranger could have lifted their burdens of the day. How one word of anger could have darkened the light inside someone. How one tear of sadness could have hardened a soul to indifference. While these things made her who she was, she understood that it meant everything to those who cried for her but none could understand the entire puzzle. Her name is Amy.
She understood that it wasn’t just about education, or boys, or crime, or authority, or lawlessness, or anger. It was about life, in all its shapes and forms and colors. Every action, every thought, every moment… it mattered. She saw the pictures forming in the minds of the lost and she knew one day they would understand. She knew God gave each of us a piece of Himself and we could never see the full picture until we returned to Him. She saw the technology with her name everywhere and she laughed, a jovial soul-cleansing laugh that spread throughout the afterlife. Heaven got brighter yesterday as it does when every new soul joins it. An unending light that gives each of us a piece of that light. She understood this in her first day. Her name is Amy.
Tonight we’ll build a bridge across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again tonight.
-U2-“A Sort of Homecoming”