At this time last year, Bernie and I were hurtling across the country, ostensibly to my sister's rescue.
She's dead now; the rescue was in vain.
Under the smoky skies, looking at the date, I imagined trying to explain to her why her rescue failed; to tell her how much I loved her, and how powerless I felt.
I tried to tell her tonight, hoping that somehow she would hear me.
The worst hell I can imagine is meeting her again in the next life and having her demand of me, "Why didn't you help me?"
I tried, and I failed, and the loss of my sister's life is still ripping me apart.
2 comments:
Oh ....I so want you to know she is in a better place and she did appreciate your being there. I know it in my heart. Hugs.
Hey, Sand. Hugs from me too. XXXX
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