Another sleepless night..here I am contemplating and thinking about what was and isn’t, what was and sorta is..what I can feel but can’t see, what I believe and hold on to because I cannot let go.
Next week on Thursday me and my parents are taking a flight to Mali, Africa..a place my sister loved so much, a place she gave it her all, a place she lost her life. It will be the most difficult, strangest and hopefully beautiful experience ever.
I’m not sure what to think about it, I’m a bit numb…and don’t know what to expect. I know Cristina would be thrilled knowing we are visiting Mali because it will hopefully allow us to understand why she called that place home, why she went back to work there…and it will make us feel closer to her..
I guess some things in life you dont understand why, why do they happen and you have no choice but to accept them because overall you can’t change them. I can’t bring my sister back, I can keep her memory alive, I can remember all the beauty about her, and I can do something with my life that would make her proud…
