The Day That Was...

Epilogue

It is now 2014, December 26 to be exact. That's ten years. Ten long years. I'm now 21 and think of that day to often. You'll be glad to hear that my Aunt, me and Talia have all become close but that's only because of the ordeal we went through together, I'm glad that we have become close. My Aunt has struggled the most, and I don't blame her. She feels like it's all her fault, but we know it isn't. We know she will never get over it, and I'm not sure whether that's ok. All we can do is support her. I try my best but it's hard.
Without them I wouldn't have survived and without them now I wouldn't feel like I had any support. I still see my Dad all the time as well, we always have a good laugh and I tell him stories about what I have been up to at work. But it's still rough, he still misses mum, as do I, but we both still think about that day frequently. He has been my biggest support. I love him so so much and I don't know what I would do without him.
We went to a memorial today, for all the people that died. Will's name was announced, he would have been 17 today. Talia sat next to me, she was spending her birthday mourning her brother, I felt terrible. It was nice though. As nice as a memorial can be I guess. We visit his gravestone often, but it's not the same. His coffin is empty, his body was never found. But the worst part is, that none of us got to say goodbye.
I still can't believe it's been 10 years. It feels like yesterday. The scars are still there and will forever be there.

But this was my story, my survival story. My story about what happened in Indonesia in December of 2004. I still can't believe it happened, and I can't believe how lucky we are to have survived it.This was my story, of that day that was....