Davon Green-Franklin

It’s crazy how death makes you think about life.
It makes you think about love.
It unifies people; brings us together in a way that nothing else can.

I’ve never known someone that’s died before, until now. I had a long distanced aunt that I didn’t know once. But never someone whom I shared in conversation with, looked into their eyes and made a connection with.

At first, when I heard he died, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t believe it at all actually. I don’t know if even believe it now..

It’s funny, because I was watching the movie Avatar when I heard what happened. Crying my eyes out over fictional characters that I developed a strong, emotional connection with over one hour. And while I was watching it, he crossed my mind. I was planning on having an in depth discussion with him about it, ask him what he thought because I had heard him mention the movie more than once, and because Davon tended to have such an interested opinion that I always valued and respected…

Davon was a good soul. He took me to get some medicine once when I was sick; he made an effort to reach out to me that seldom people take the time to do. Davon was a whisper that very few could hear; they just saw people’s lips move. They may have seen the labels: the Kappa, the Pal, the senior. But Davon was so much more than that.

Now I know why no one mentions the bad thing about a person when they die. Because it isn’t relevant. All that matters is what they contributed to the world, the good they had to offer, and their hearts that shone brighter than jewels. Everyone sins, but how many of us can say that we positively contributed to another person’s life?

My tears aren’t for Davon. Davon has transitioned from caterpillar to cocoon and is on his way to floating like a butterfly. He’s in a much better place. My tears are for the life he lived that passed before me that I should have taken advantage of; that I didn’t spend enough time with trying to get to know. They are for the people who we miss out on every single day; for the people that can hold a grudge when life’s too short, and for the people that judge others, spit on their names, and now are feeling so horrible inside because of the words they said against someone whom died too young. My soul aches for those who don’t know love, don’t know God, and therefore don’t know how to appreciate our days here on earth.. I’m at peace because I know Davon is with God, smiling with love in his hearts for all of us who are shedding tears for him. I’m okay because I know that one day, me and him will get to have our conversation about Avatar.