This is my first post here. I wanted to talk about my sister. She died March 15, 2010. That day was the worst day of my life. My sister was my best friend. She was only 14 years old, she would have turned 15 that May 3rd. I won't go in to detail, as it doesn't matter. She's gone from here, and it's a fact I have to accept. I still dream about her almost nightly. I remember her fondly the way she was before she got sick, with long blond hair and dark brown eyes. She was incredibly beautiful. She was also the kindest person I've ever known, well, tied with my mom. When we were together, we'd just sit and "be", nothing else. We'd hardly talk, but with her I felt so relaxed, even with crazy shit on my mind. I've also lost an elder brother, and I haven't seen or heard from my half-sister in years. Luckily, I still live with a brother and sister who I'm very close to. In fact, my sister and Dad are watching a movie near me right now. I feel extremely fortunate to have my family. Without them it would have been impossible to get through this. I'd like you all to know that I'm not grieving so hard anymore, and there's a reason for that. In a way, we were luckier than a lot of people who lose close family members. The fact is my sister was simply and completely happy. She's always been just content, without needing to have crazy goals or aspirations. She was just constantly, and uniquely, appreciative of life, and loved every minute of every day. I really wish I could have had a tenth of her optimism and positive outlook. Everyone who knew my sister loved her immediately for this, it was easy to notice how much of a sweetheart she was. She won many of cold-hearted person over with her kind heart. She even helped me out of depression when I was younger. I honestly believe that my sister wasn't afraid to die, and because of that I can't regret it. I can't feel like I could or should have done something, or pity her. I selfishly miss her when I know she's looking down on me smiling and loving me and my family eternally. She didn't even seem the least bit afraid... only the day she went, she was in a lot of pain, and all she wanted was to be surrounded by us, and watch her favourite movie (snow white). She was just so impossibly humble and naive, as if she wasn't saying goodbye, just see you later. I hope it's true, that I'll see her again. I don't really have a conclusion, and I have nothing about death or grieving to preach. I just decided to share this. Thanks for reading.
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My Sister
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Thanks for sharing that with us, PirateJack.More and more I appreciate the particular blessing of people who maintain a cheerful attitude to life. They raise the spirits of everyone around them.
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Thank you for the kind words about your sister. She certainly sounds like an unusually wonderful person who gave a lot in a short time. Clearly she set a good example.You have my deepest sympanthies for your loss.
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I truly hope that everyone finds someone like that in their life. A friend, a relative, a pet, a plant, just someone or something that's a constant emblem of joy for them.
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Thanks for sharing You can tell she was a wonderful person.
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Thanks for sharing your sad yet touching and inspirational story.