My younger sister would have been 19 today. Half of my heart lives in heaven and half lives with me trying to sustain a feeling that at times resembles hope. Maybe I can save my family and even myself. Maybe I can help others heal. It is such a battle to survive each day when half of me has been gone for six years. I wonder when the toll of having a half a heart will win and what is left can no longer do the work of two.
In Memory - It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone. A part of us went with you, the day God took you home. If tears could build a stairway, and heartaches make a lane, we would walk our way to heaven, and bring you back again. In l