A Memorial for DemonSaturn

Originally posted in MiyakoRei's gallery in memory of Arielle aka DemonSaturn (7/6/09) an active member of the BDB fan club:

You once told me that I had a gift for words. Though right now, I'm speechless...

The day you died the sky looked so dark not even the color black was dark enough to describe it. It stormed horribly, heavy rain hitting my bedroom window as a constant reminder you weren't there to brighten up the sky. It really needed it.
Once the initial shock of the news wore off and my numbness ceased, I walked across the street to the neighborhood playground because there were swings there. I dropped all my belongings to the ground and sat atop the plastic seat, waiting. Waiting for myself to gather up enough courage to begin pumping my legs. In my mind I thought that if I could swing high enough I just may be able to see you, sitting up in the fluffy clouds of heaven. I swang and swang until my legs grew tired and my head began to spin. My feet hit the ground, slowing me down just enough that I lost momentum and fell backwards off the swing. When my head hit the grass, I passed out. Almost an hour later I awoke, still lying on the hard ground waiting to see you. That's when it clicked though; you were happy up there. Despite all the happiness you had here, there was still sorrow that loomed over your head everyday. However you never let that stop you - there was always fun to be had. No matter what the situation was you always found some good in it, and for that I envied you. Up in heaven, there is no sorrow and that's why I'm glad you're there now. Of course I'd be more than thrilled if you were still here living life to the fullest, writing novels and making everyone you knew happy but you deserve to be happy yourself. So at some point I'll stop crying because there's no use crying for someone that's happy. Also, I'll stop feeling sorry for the millions of people that never had the chance to meet you. We'll all miss you though, because the fact of the matter is you're not here physically to do the things we love you for. Oh, and, I'd just like to say that I am deeply thankful for all your advice, critiques and sisterly love in general because without that, I probably wouldn't be writing as well as I do today; you helped me sculpt my writing skills, whether you knew it or not. And hopefully one day, I will be a famous novelist so I can dedicate all my books to you.
When I found out that you had died, saw the text there on my computer screen, I wanted to send a note to the person that had posted that so I could tell them to stop telling such terrible lies. But it's true. And I have to accept that. Right now though, the sky is a pure blue with only a few clouds; clouds that you sit on and look down to us from heaven in. Whenever the sky looks like it does today, I'll be sure to look up and wave to you because then I know my day will be a little brighter.
I love you, Arielle, like the sister you were and still are to me so rest in peace knowing the world will live on in your image. God bless,
Miranda