I remember losing my sister. While she wasn't swept out to sea when she was 7, It happened just as suddenly after I'd had the priviledge to know and grow up with her for almost 15 years. She was one of my role models and at times, my best friend. She died from a possible epileptic shock on May the 24th 2014. It destroyed me. At times, it still hurts, the pain never fully goes away. Rather, it rears its head sometimes to remind me of its existence.
I want to cry, but I'm either too exhausted or reserved, I can't tell.
Life is full of pain, but there's also love and beauty. We only have to open our hearts to it, as cliche as it may sound.
Life goes on.
I'm still here.
I'm still alive, even though I may not feel it sometimes.
I still mature and change.
I only regret that my sister couldn't do the same.
Við sjáumst í Nangijala, Tinna.