a year later
How is it a year later? how am i supposed to be a grown up, and acknowledge a year later you left us... outside,im perfect, living day to day, inside, my heart hurts becuase you arent here...you know that your moomoo, my mom, didnt invison being gone, she thought with her sobriety she would live to see so much, and then she blinked, and well, lifet took a diff path for her, AND you... you had a choice you knew you were sick. sick beyond fixing i guess. AND you made choices. one of them was to see me, , and omg i am so grateful.... i mean we lived, breathed, laughed, cried, sceamed, BUT in the end. you knew i was ur auntie, and i knew u were my namesake, my bestie, some one i could trust, sometimes we liked each other, BUT LOVE always cnqured... i miss u...i am lost...u wre here wehen my dad died...and u guided me...and then u were lost...and then gone, and i didnt know what to do...Christina...i love u i miss u, i need u