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Missing you…
This is going to be an extremely personal post. I make no apologies for this. Sometimes, there are days when you need to just write what’s on your heart.
One year ago today, my life was ripped apart, when I found my sister and best friend, in her bed, having passed away. That day will be forever imprinted on my mind as one of the worst days of my life. I felt like my heart was literally breaking.
I did all the things I was supposed to do; calling the ambulance, and filling in all the paperwork; the notifications to friends and family; calling the funeral directors. That day, it felt like everyone wanted a piece of me, and all I wanted was to curl in on myself and hide away and never come out. I watched as the police were called and the house was declared a crime scene. We were asked to leave while they decided that there weren’t actually any suspicious circumstances.
I kept thinking that this had to be some kind of crazy nightmare and all I needed was to wake up, but this nightmare wouldn’t end. Seeing the coroner’s report; planning the funeral; organising the financial affairs, and executing the will.
She had a plain wood coffin with no lacquer and we decorated it with photos, and messages from her friends and family. My Mum painted wild flowers all around it, and I used pyrography to put the…
