Here, at the Princess Margaret School, we consider ourselves a family. From administration to the faculty, staff and student body we laugh together and cry together, we remember the good times and the bad times even the in-between times, and we would like to take this opportunity to remember.
We’d like to remember the times we heard your laughter because you were running the halls screaming at the top of your lungs or walking briskly in the rain to get to the next period in mischievous chaos. We want to remember your smile as it conveyed a lot, especially when it morphed into a cheeky grin. We want to remember the disorder that at the moment was a disruption of harmony but then at the end of the day was just your way of being noticed, your way of saying, “look at me, I matter”. We will remember the way you were with your friends, the teachers and staff. Considerate at times, helpful even more so and loving to all, we will remember. In quiet moments we will think about you and reminisce on every detail. Your beautiful features, the gorgeous ebony of your skin, the skip in your step and the flare of your walk. We will remember your intelligence, the way you used it to give advice to anyone who would listen. We will remember your love for school spirit, your involvement and dedication to and for any team that needed it. We remember YOU!
As we remember, let us continue to heal from the heartache that your absence has created. We will come together to support each other and be a listening friend whenever there is a need. We will talk about the memories keeping your song loud and strong. We will remember to sometimes do your favorite activity, invite your actual family and keep close. We will remember it TAKES TIME! Because it is common to have a rollercoaster of emotions for a while. And as we remember, we will hear your voice and see your face and know that you are not gone once your memory remains.
Do not stand at my desk and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
I am the laughter filling these halls,
My spirit lingers in these walls.
I am the bell that rings each day,
My memory, a reminder that we still play.
I am the knowledge learned and gained,
A soul continuing each day, unchained.
When you enter school in the morning rush,
I am in the moment; a teacher says, “hush.”
Do not loathe these days,
I am never very far away.
Michele Meleen
Achazia James
daughter | sister | student | classmate | friend

