At times I'm ok. I don't get too down thinking about her then I have insomnia. I listen to music. Some songs make me emotional, then the malincholy sinks in, then the memories, the I look at photographs then, then, then like a snow ball it gets out of control and I'm bereft again.
And again.
My sister loved animals. Here with Layla and with someones' dog she met during a walk. Just a few summers ago. The summers will come back. She won't.
