Today
6 months to the day that my sister passed away - of a cancer that grew inside her.
Life has moved, it refused to stand still. Sometimes, in the last 6 months, I lashed out in anger, sometimes I broked down and cried. Sometimes, I braved it and thought of some good times together and at others I railed at her for not being there.
Today, I'm just numb. I only want to hold her and I can't. I'm thinking of my brothers and wondering what they're thinking - Rakhi is three days away.
Today, I will try to follow what she said - live life, enjoy it. Work will get done one day later. Life won't.
Today I will be happy.