It's been five years.
On this very day five years ago,
I lost my eldest sister Lorraine.
What I do remember is that the night before she died I didn't bid her good night because I was angry at her. I was upset that my mum was speaking to her too nicely, I guess it was jealousy that took over.
I never got another chance to bid her goodnight ever again.
I feel inhumane, not being able to recall much of her anymore.
Every year I reread the article on her death, this year was no exception.
I never really got to cry, and I guess I never will.
It's been five years. Five.
And I'm still counting.
On this very day five years ago,
I lost my eldest sister Lorraine.
What I do remember is that the night before she died I didn't bid her good night because I was angry at her. I was upset that my mum was speaking to her too nicely, I guess it was jealousy that took over.
I never got another chance to bid her goodnight ever again.
I feel inhumane, not being able to recall much of her anymore.
Every year I reread the article on her death, this year was no exception.
I never really got to cry, and I guess I never will.
It's been five years. Five.
And I'm still counting.
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