Buried, But Not Forgotten
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It was cool and windy on the day my brother, Lewis Laney, was laid to rest. The leaves were blowing like feathers in the wind; and as the casket was lowered, everyone wept at the loss of someone so young, who had died so soon. All that remained was my mother, father, my sister and me, Beth Laney. There were also a few friends who would hold his memory in their hearts forever. Though Lewis had always left a lasting impression, he left one which would be his last-- a spot in the ground that held his hardened body, trapped in a wooden box for eternity. The sadness lingering around me was almost too much for me to take. With puffed eyes and scorned hearts, everyone attending was speechless and devastated. The cool wind twisting around and around was blowing through my hair like a tornado. And my mind was not with me, but somewhere far, far away. Instead of remembering, I was only trying to forget. Though it seemed unnatural, I was beside myself as I turned away from the crowd of people mourning so desperately. As everyone walked away, I stared in the direction of my brother's grave. I was standing there emotionless and cold. No tears were showing. I kept wondering why I didn't feel for my brother's death. It was like I wanted to wait until I was alone to release my true feelings instead of letting them out in the midst of everyone. My eyes were glassy and troubled, and no feeling could be seen by others. Everyone looked at me as if I were the most unfeeling person on the face of the earth--there was no love, no hate, only emptiness. My sister, Melissa, was different. She wept continuously until her eyes were swollen shut, and her hands were clutched tightly together as if to hold in her fear and anger about the wrongs which had been done Lewis. Because of a small mistake from the hospital, Lewis ended up paying a huge price-his own life. You could tell by looking into her dispirited eyes that her pain fell much deeper than my own.
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In this novel, Buried, But Not Forgotten, Beth Laney is a girl who transforms into a woman so very quickly. She grew into an adult far quicker than she expected. A combination of feeling lost and alone left her vulnerable and confused for a while until she came across a few people who became very important to her, a few more important than she would ever imagine. And everything that seemed uncertain and mixed up in her life, little by little begin to fall into place like missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, scattered and strewn throughout her entire life until that point.
There are many types of losses, but some are more devastating than others. Some things can be gotten over in a matter of time, but other things seem to linger and remain, testing time to the limit. And sometimes, burying something doesn’t always mean it’s gone forever. You can bury a person, a feeling, a memory: all of these things can explain where Beth reaches her peak in experiencing what life is truly about. Instead of thinking that fear and hopelessness rule a heart, Beth finds out that there is love, friendship, and hope for a future. But it takes facing the unseen to let her see things more clearly. Many things can be buried, but a few things will remain etched in the mind forever, and so it was. Her mind became like a piece of stone in history, knowing the truth, but getting past it. And still, to Beth, those things are Buried, But Not Forgotten.
About the Author
Tammy D. Thompson was born in 1968 in Arkansas. When she was about ten years old, she realized her flare for writing, scribbling down silly little poems every chance she got. Then as the years passed, each line became more emotional from all the good times and hardships she had been through, from the death of her grandfather to graduation and starting a new life. She learned a lot from it all. And when she was twenty years old, she got married and had a son. But only a few short years later, she was left alone to raise her son as a single mother, but still determined to use her gift of writing one day. That’s when she sat down to write her first novel. Up until then she had only written short stories and poetry. And regretfully enough, that novel was much to be desired, not a wonderful piece of literature at all. But she learned from it and as she began to attend writing conferences and get together with her agent and other writers, everything fell into place. And her mistakes all seemed clear to her, making her learn from them all. Thompson went to bed one night and woke up after having a dream. She went straight to her computer and began to write Buried, But Not Forgotten. That was the beginning of her dream trying to be reached. The dream of being a published author.