Sit down, Listen.

Losing my sister has to be one of the roughest ordeals i’ve had to go through.

Burying an adult is challenging but burying a 10 year old littler girl, talk about unbearable. No human being on this earth should ever have to pick out a child-size casket and sort through hand written cards from students of the school she attended.

it’s endless and the pain still continues.

It amazes me how much my relationship with people has changed since this happened. I dont expect anyone to understand or to make the situation better but to show some empathy would be nice.

You dont realize how precious life is until one day your living it and the next your planning a funeral. Death works on it’s own time. I’m still recovering, how do you expect a person to be okay after something that heavy. You don’t.

The battle is internal, but my army is external.

I will never speak on those who have seriously disappointed me during this situation (except for here, now) but I will take mental notes. My perception of my friends has changed therefore changing my relationship with them. So if I appear a little ‘stand offish’ it’s only because when I needed you most (now) you let me the fuck down.

How can we be okay after that? So much respect has been lost.