It’s not a second, a minute, hour or day that I don’t miss my sis. I am learning and coping that to heal is to feel.
It’s now a month that she has crossed over and transitioned. The memories and our last happy moments help me through this chapter.
It’s in the quiet I miss her the most. When my mind has the chance to wander and my heart has a moment to remember.
Writing has always been therapeutic; a safe space where I free my thoughts on paper. I feel my heart and let my imagination become my reality.
Thank you Jamii Ng Stock for gifting me with this journal so I can forever write the memories we both shared🙏🏽💛✨
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