How can it be, almost a year already? How can your mind me stuck in one place in time, yet the days, weeks, and, months fly by.
There is no denying it any longer, she isn't coming back. The shock of the trauma that I endured watching her suffer, is also fading. I have been trying my best to stay in the "shock, and denial stage" it's the easiest of the stages to handle.
Next comes unbelievable pain, coupled with huge amounts of guilt. Did I tell her I love her enough? Was I a good daughter? Did I do everything in my power to save her?
Where is she? What is she thinking?
Why her? Why me? Why us?
How do I help my sisters deal with their grief when I can't even help myself? How do I face the rest of my life, without her?