Hebrew's Memoriam For Stacy And Saija's Pink Flowers

For everyone who’s lost someone they love

Long before it was their time

You feel like the days you had were not enough

When you said goodbye.

And for all of the people with burdens and pain

You feel like there’s nothing and there is no one

Who can make it right.

There is hope for the helpless, rest for e weary

Love for the broken heart.

There is grace and forgiveness, mercy and healing.

He’ll meet you wherever you are.

Cry out to Jesus.

Today is September 13…one year ago, at about quarter to one in the afternoon, KImveer Gill entered Dawson, a Cegep in Montreal (like a jr. college), and began shooting.

One of my friends was outside and witnessed him shoot a student.

She had serious psychological problems afterward, and with prayer, she's a been improving.

Tony Proudfoot (remember him?!) was a teacher there.

He looked out his window, saw the commotion,, and running down to help, found a victim shot in the neck and head.

He administered first aid, saving the victim’s life.

Miraculously, through countless prayers, the young man is alive and mobile today…and has returned to his studies.

The shooter entered the building.

A few of my friends were in classrooms at the time. Most stayed put safe in the room.

One friend disobeyed and fled into the hallway, where she stood a few feet from the shooter…and a side exit.

He fired at her…the bullet missed her by fraction of an inch and hit the wall.

One of my friends was playing ball with a friend.

The ball went over the fence, and they had to search for it before heading back to school…they were “saved” by the ball…as they returned they were met by crowds of students fleeing the premises and yelling, “RUN!”

My sister was listening to the radio, when at five till one, she told me in a trembling voice that there had been a shooting at Dawson, according to some phone calls to the radio station.

I thought of my neighbor’s cousin.

He was sick that day, and didn’t go to Dawson that day.

The afternoon was terrible as I stayed glued to my radio, walking about in shock, trying to get my work for my business done in time for my deadline.

The day was cloudy and occasionally rainy—very dreary indeed.

I kept thinking of friends and hoping they were all okay.

Gill shot Stacy (Anastasia) DeSouzadead in the cafeteria, where he was shortly thereafter shot to death by police.

One of my friends was found with her friends in a classroom by the police, who took no chances., They were ordered to look down, hands up, and leave.

The police led then through the same entrance they had dragged Gill’s bloody body through, and seeing the red stain on the floor stuck in their minds,.

My friend had a hard time every time she saw red, as in splashed in a US advertisement.

DeSouza was the only student who died….miraculously.

Please pray for all the victims who suffered wounds, both physical and psychological.

Please pray for Stacy's younger sister (sorry! I can’t remember her name!), her mom Louis, and father Nelson.

Also KImveer’s parents and younger ten brothers (they are all Sikh).

The following song is for Stacy’s family…("Who You'd Be Today", sung by Kenny Chesney)

Cloudy days seem to hurt the most

Wear the pain like a heavy coat

I feel you everywhere I go

I see your smile, I see your face,

I hear you laughing in the rain

Still can't believe you're gone

Chorus:

It ain't fair you died too young

Like a story that had just begun

The death tore the pages all away

God knows how I miss you

Just knowing no one could take your place

Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today

Would you see the world?

Would you chase your dreams?

Settle down with a family?

I wonder, what would you name your babies?

Some days the sky's so blue,

feel like I can talk to you

And I know it might sound crazy,

Today, Today Today

Today, Today, Today.

Cloudy days seem to hurt the most

I wear the pain like a heavy coat

The only thing that gives me hope

Is I know I'll see you again someday

Someday Someday.

Stacy loved pink flowers...


Love Little Pilgrim Pal.