I miss you every day. We all do. You deserved so much better and you always will. Can't wait to see you again when we eventually see each other in Hell, just like we promised. I guess I'll go back and read from before things were so different. It's hard without you. I know you'll never see this, but please know that we all always loved you. We've all drifted apart but it seems I'm the only one who remembers you. I try to think of you when I can but it hurts to because of the chaos that arose after your death. The dust hasn't cleared and the grass over your grave is still thin. It's hard to think that you're under the ground in a box, probably no more than a skeleton. We would have laughed about it when you were alive, how weird it would be to die. But there's a rift now, gleaming and sharp and painful. You're important, and you're valid, and you're missed. I love you, sister. I hope you know that, almost 2 years later.
