Cascadia Effect

Killers and Poets
2020-03-29 08:46:40 (UTC)

The Window

I had the privilege of staring out the same window in the same facility my sis was in very shortly before she met Jesus. I still have those calls from that place. I remember the day we picked her up. She was in ok spirits. I called her the night before she left this world. Asked if she might like to join us. I didn't want her to be alone that night. She said she was sick and sent Eric out to get some 7up. He came back later that morning and she was dead. She had hung herself. I have to hear my mom tell me how it was her fault. It goes on and on. Sis was very stubborn and no matter what if she wanted to perish. She was going to accomplish that goal. I miss her very much. But I know that it is unlikely we will see each other again. If we do. It will be a nice surprise.




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