Letter to my sister
I think about you every single day and have for the past 15 years. Does our father even remember what today is? I know I do, I’ll never forget it. 11 years ago today your life was stolen. I miss you so much. I regret that we didn’t have a chance to do the things that sister’s do. I’m so mad at your mother for keeping us apart. I’m afraid that you had no idea how much I loved you. I wish I could take your place.
I know that isn’t possible, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing it was. I will always love and miss you. I still mourn you. I wish I knew more about your life. Was you happy? Did you ever fall in love? There are so many questions I have, but they will never be answered.
The question that I keep coming back to is why did you have to die? It’s so unfair.
On this day..
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I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.