The 23rd was two years since my close friend Corey Lee Ostrem died in a car accident just months before his high school graduation. He was like my little brother and remembering that day brings back such severe pain that I don't know if remembering is even worth it. Two years ago I wrote a poem to remember Corey by...and I'm going to post it below. Please do not duplicate or publish...These Tears of Mine
by Kristen Bartels
Inside my heart lies a broken window.
Through that shattered glass and devastated panes
the sun shines crookedly in;
turning glorious sunset to tattered shadows.
Your eyes, sown shut by a stranger,
will never sparkle blue with love.
It’s in my heart, and this broken window,
that you must be reflected now.
Are you there, watching me live,
glimpsing my life, my tears, through this pane.
When you see these tears of mine,
send me a smile, and a word.
In this my pane, which now is broken,
might be repaired.
And the shadows might turn to sunsets
and my broken window, might only be stained glass.
I'll add a star for every loved one eventually. The first star is for my great aunt who died not too long ago. Thanks to Jon Gomanche at Permanent Addictions in sioux falls SD for drawing and doing the tattoo. The design is my own.Most of you know that Heath Ledger passed away on the 22nd. He was 28....everyone says that he was too young too leave us and was just beginning his legacy in film. But at least he left behind a daughter to remember his legacy....and at least he had 28 years. I know it sounds bitter and unkind...but who will remember Corey in 20 years?
Something to think about...how long is long enough....when is it ok to die?
3 comments:
That is a beautiful poem. I know Corey appreciates it.
So Corey was a childhood friend of mine. I knew him when I was living in dalesburg South Dakota from first grade to third grade. For whatever it's worth, we were best buddies at that time. I distinctly remember staying over at his house, playing Super Nintendo (I swear I think it was a Cheetos game or something of that sort) and watching power rangers. I remember going trick or treating in the second grade with him and running into our second grade teachers son. I remember a great deal, but for brevity it doesn't need to be spelled out here. What great memories.
I'm an attorney now working in Des Moines Iowa. I remember Corey. More than 20 years later I remember him. He was my pal. And he meant a lot to me then and means quite a bit to me now. I'm sure he's meant a lot to many, not the least of which, his family.
Here's to corey. To me, he's a constant remender of what's so good about life, and how fleeting it is.
Much love.
Ben
Corey was my uncle and I never meat him but from what I have herd he was a great guy and was loved by all.
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