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I take a deep breath and drops down in front of the six
crosses that overlook the dry yet beautiful land of Africa and carefully dig a
whole in the dirt and then place the seventh cross in it carefully patting the
dirt around it to make sure that it won’t blow over. For a group that always
seemed to small and intimate there were a lot of crosses marking the deaths of
the various Scoobies, but then I what else do you expect from a town that has
more cemeteries than any other. When Sunnydale was destroyed I couldn’t stand
to see the reminder of the people who gave their lives fighting the good fight,
it seemed disrespectful in some way. Cordelia Chase is dead. I never thought I
would see this day, I never wanted to. She was always one of those people you’d
think could and would outlive anyone, well except for the times you wish she’d
die and leave all of us in peace. She was one of those people you just loved to
hate and loved to love even more and like the other six people lost from out
group she was gone as well. They’d all given their lives in their own ways.
Jenny was the only one to ever be killed by one in our own group, she had died
at the hands of Angelus leaving Giles destroyed and giving my first real
experience with lasting death. Buffy’s death and resurrection less than a year
before Jenny’s had made death seem conquerable like no one I truly cared about
could be touched. But Jenny was dead and she stayed dead, but I was only a
teenager and she was only my teacher and Giles’ girlfriend, a member of our
group yes but a distant member.
Kendra died that same year and I have to say that her death was a little closer
to home, I mean she was our age and she was dead too. But she’s a slayer, she’s
supposed to live so that eventually she can give her life protection the world
around her. She’s supposed to die, death can’t keep me down.
Joyce. I remember how angry I was when she died, how angry I was that God would
take someone’s mother, more than just someone’s mother more like the entire
groups mother, away from us. But I mean there was nothing to be done and she
had been sick, we had some warning emotionally I think all of us were on guard,
at least a little and even if it was waning.
And then there was Tara. Murdered by a human bullet and
the girl who my best friend loved, the one who’s last words were those of
concern for Willow. But when she
died I was to concerned with helping Willow and then recovering from helping
Willow to deal with the fact that Tara was gone, and by the time I was released
from the hospital life without Tara had begun without me. Leaving me to adapt
or to grieve alone.
When the First visited Willow and Dawn regarding those they had loved and lost
it didn’t visit me. It didn’t visit me because I had made it through Sunnydale
unscathed, I had never lost anyone I truly loved in Sunnydale, and I counted
myself lucky.
Spike has a cross here too, we never really got along but he died saving us and
he deserves a place here in Rome, I respect him enough for that. I respect him
because he gave his life for Buffy and I realize that he did love her.
Anya died then too. I should have known not to count myself so lucky. When Anya
died I understood what everyone had gone through before their entire worlds had
fallen apart and mine was left crumbled in the debris of Sunnydale. And for the
first time I clearly understood what it was like to loose that one person you
love more than anything in a final and complete way and there are still days
when my heart yearns to just see and hold her or fight with her, anything, but
I can’t do that and for once I understand permanence. I never understood it
before, but I do now.
And Cordelia’s cross now rests with everyone else’s, and now I understand. I
understands that she’s gone and won’t come back and I understand that like so
many others Cordy gave her life to protect everyone else and that gift is
permanent, because if you give your life for something it doesn't mean anythig
if you give isn't permanent.
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