For the Girl Who Left too Soon

Waking up to the sound of your mother cry is not easy, hearing news that shouldn't happen this early or this soon is hard. Losing a sister is painful. Raisa and I might not be the best of friends, we fought a lot and argue constantly, but she's my family and I'm her sister, and I love her. I want to cry out but I can't, I have to endure it, for we have much more pressing matters to attend with, I have to do it silently. But more than that it pains me so much more to see my mother crying and knowing there is nothing I can do to ease her pain. Many people said that Raisa is in a better place right now going to our true home with God, and I agree with that, but it doesn't make it easier. Many people said that stay strong, I know that I should, but how? How does a person stay strong in the midst of this trial? And for Raisa, I used to call you lot of names, but now you are the girl who left to soon. The girl who left many loved ones, the girl who has a lot of dreams, a girl who could have more, the girl who is loved and the girl who will be miss. Farewell sis!! Bon voyage to your travel to what lies beyond