Gonna use this as a bit of a feeling dumping ground for a bit, as i need to get some things off my chest. Three days ago on the 23rd of May, my 19 year old sister passed away to the shock of everyone who knew her.
She was honestly larger than life, almost everyone I& #39;ve spoken to since I& #39;ve found out agrees that she was the sort of person who just leaves an imprint in your life. She had the stubbornness of every female on my mothers side, and the temper to boot.
But she& #39;d never go out of her way to hurt anyone ever, and the only people who she& #39;d lose her temper at would be those she believed truly deserved it.
One thing I always tell people is that as bright and as clever as my sister was, she was a fucking dumbass. Such as the time she had to go to A&E when she was 13 or so because she got a protractor lodged in her mouth and couldn& #39;t get it out.
She was never malicious though, and as much as we argued in our younger years, we always had each others back throughout the shit we& #39;ve gone through these past few years.
As much as I know I couldn& #39;t have done anything, as I am currently in lockdown in uni about a hundred miles away, I still feel this overwhelming sense of guilt every so often. I& #39;m her big brother, I should have been able to do SOMETHING to save her. But I wasn& #39;t, and that hurts.
Gonna end this thread with a few pictures of us together because I know for a fact that she& #39;d kick my ass if I was to sit around and dwell on the negatives. Remember to show your loved ones how much they mean to you, because you never know how much time you have left.