My sister

It’s weird that the one day the people you love the most, will be gone. Just like that.

Life is so fragile. We get so caught up in the little things, when one day, it’ll be all be over. We’ll be gone.

But maybe, hopefully, death is something different, something inconceivable. Something that we can’t even begin to imagine. Maybe, rather than it just being done, it’s like entering an alternate universe. Perhaps it’s something so strange and unimaginable… like a dream. Where you can understand it and feel it in your mind, but you can’t find the words to explain it.

Maybe Elizabeth is somewhere great.

Maybe she is smiling right now.

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