The Loss of My Sister

When I saw the article "I lost my sister" I wrote, I knew I could write such a thoughtful topic for myself and my family, so I pride myself I thought. I always want to write down my sister's story. But I had no chance to do this. I have always been worried about the situation I experienced, for I do not want sorrow and compassion of others. If I tell someone I have a deceased sister, they will answer "I do not know" I'm sorry, I know what I mean. I am confused because I do not know whether it is thankful.

The motive for this journey is that I want to overcome and overcome the sorrow that I lost my mother recently, that I lost by my sister's death, and my brother two years ago. Losing my mother is like a strap of a strand, but it can not remove damage and motors from corals, but make sure that the waves hit my two underwater rocks violently. But the infinite space of the sea, its infinite length, its eternity, and strength are calm and firm memories. We are here in an instant. Whatever happens on their voyage horizon they are in front of you, they are preparing for a warm and salty hug for you, they are ready to meet your sunset I will

After my mother left the world, I got these things with my husband and daughter. Ten years ago, I lost my beloved sister. And I began to master the tools I needed to overcome my mother. But what I did not expect was to feel both loss at the same time. It seems that I have lost my sister again. The wound is fresh, the person is deep. I did not think that it would be reproduced, so I did not prepare for the autumn.