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| The Things She Left Behind (page 2) | ||||||||||||||||
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| My turn: I take a marbled box I once gave her. I take her hairbrush, still packed with sugar-scented blond hairs, a silver locket, a leather bound journal, a wooden flower vase, a pair of hair clips. And it makes me sad that we are dividing her things, splitting her down the middle, into quarters, spreading her around: heres my pile of Shelby, theres yours. But then I see all the pictures. So many pictures. Image after image of her kind green eyes in a sea of young, black faces. And, suddenly, in death as in life, she is enormous again, spilling over, carving a shape all her own, on the move, as always.
Her boyfriend tells us that on Christmas Eve she dreamed it would happen. A premonition she almost listened to. But she wanted to celebrate New Years Eve with friends in Cape Town where she could lounge on a silver beach, and sip cherry wine at vineyards along the coast. |
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I take my favorite picture from the pile: Shelby in the home of a Mozambican family. Mother and father are sitting side-by-side, their baby on its fathers lap, and Shelby stands behind them, leaning in, her arms wide open. On the babys shirt is a pink balloon that says, in English, Happy 2000. And I love this photo because its so genuine and everyone is smiling a truly happy smile. And when l can bring myself to hold it up and get a glimpse of my sisters sun-blistered, angelic face, I am overcome with admiration for my little pioneer and the remarkable work shes done for AIDS education. In a time when our country has all of its energy focused on one enormous, terrorist-inspired tragedy, I think about all the Volunteers out there who were focused on tragedy well before September 11th. The ones already in the trenches, so to speak, helping others, dedicated to the thousands of tragedies around the world that didnt end when the towers came down.
In one of the last moments I spent with my sister she told me that she loved Mozambique so much that she might never come home. And I saw in her face then such bravery, such raw emotion, such honest love. And I know now that even in death, even as she slipped from her own dead body and hovered above it, limp on the side of a South African road somewhere that my sister didnt stop. I see her simply turn away, watch her body become smaller and smaller below, as she transforms herself into wings that cut the air, and fly further and further away. SHELBY BOND WAS BORN in Dallas, Texas on February 16, 1976. A natural leader and 1994 graduate of Countryside High School in Clearwater, Florida, she was Homecoming Princess and active on the debate team, cheerleading, in student government and in many other activities. |
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| Jamy Bond can be contacted at bondjamy@earthlink.net |
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