Ashlynn Noelle

Ashlyn Noelle

Just the sound of her name rings a perfect tune.
Smile so bright it could light up a room
I wish that things were the way they were
Because I know that I still love her

Her beauty comparable to that of the moon
Mind so bright it could silence a room
Voice: High-pitched; Her feet are clumsy
Someday, I hope that she will see me.


This is a story. A story untold. A story unwritten, about a life unknown.

Ashlyn Noelle was her name, first and middle. She was a blessing to the world, and all who knew her. Dark hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, and an attitude that could spark a revolution. Taller than her mom, yet smaller than her dad yet still wanted to fill his shoes.

I remembered the first time she looked at me. Such purity, such virtue that emanated from her bright blue eyes and created and air so thick that you could feel her innocence weight down against your skin; and as it slowly seeped in, you felt as though your body was cleansed and I knew in that instant that the wrongs I committed were suddenly right, because it didn't matter in the presence of this little girl with an objective view of life. I loved looking into her eyes and feeling the love as she silently stared back. Her eyes shone from her first day to even her first day of school, those eyes had that same air about them that would never go away. And her eyes, so pure and gentle, always spoke the truth.

I remember her first word, because it was a word so simple, in a world so complex. The love and compassion behind one word had no bounds. Unbelievable, Unthinkable, Indescribable, yet so Incredible. The passion in her voice had no half-life, no reason to be suppressed. With the same determination I remember, I heard her voice at the podium when she ran for class president. Sure, it may have just been middle school, but I knew by the way her voice carried that it would carry her far.

When she took her first steps, the whole world waited, watched, and worried, as if they were all - all six billion - ready to catch her. So divine was every step. So elegant, every stride. So graceful, was her smile as she traversed gently across the carpet. And in my heart I knew that this little girl had no intent to halt her dignified advance; no obstacle existed that we couldn't conquer. Nor was there a wall that she couldn't climb. Her tiny steps turned into a proud stroll, and that proud stroll became the prominent strides that won her first place for the hundred meter dash for her high school. And so joyous was she, jumping and screaming, yet beautiful and gracious. I remember that I could feel my heart beat every time she put her foot down in that race to take another stride.

I remember when she was so proud when she noticed that she was finally taller than her mom. I remember the day she first drove her car. I remember that the pressures of school never dragged her down. She was proud of who she was. It was evident in her stare, her speech, and her stride that was she was proud of what she became. I saw her the day that she left for college, and I saw that she, not only, could bear the weight of the whole world when it was down, but also pick it up watch it walk again; a reciprocal deed. And when it was too hurt to walk, I'm confident that she could carry and walk with it, maintaining her steady steps. I knew that she inevitably had the potential to change the world. And for that, I could have been so proud of her.

I love you Ashlyn. And I'm infinitely sorry for what I did. I know it cannot be changed, but I know if it could, I would reverse everything just to meet you. I would give up everything; all of it for you. I wish I could have been given another chance to be your dad.

This is a story. A story untold. A story unwritten, about a life unlived