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Sep 24, 2005 10:37

My mom called me last night and we talked about Christmas. Then she told me something else. Which really upset me.

When I was younger there was a girl that lived in my street, her name was Sammy. She was 5 years older than me, and like the big sister that I never had. I was that kid who always wanted to hang 'round with her because she was that much cooler, she used to tease me but she always looked out for me.

She moved house when I was about 10. I never forgot her because she was a big part of my life. Whenever I used to pass her parents' house I would think about her and how she was doing and what her life was like.

A family friend told my mom how they'd seen her a couple of weeks ago, and she showed them pictures of her five year old son. Then they said how she's died recently. At 31 years old.

I cried, and I cried really hard. It made me feel sick to my stomach that she's gone. She had a bad heart and from an early age she was in and out of hospital, having operations and treatments.

It seems that it only prolonged the inevitable.

To Sammy with Love, you affected my life more than you will ever and could ever know.
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