His death has changed the way I measure time. I still cry at this picture, I still curse the universe for leaving my sister alone when she had been so happy-- she had found her one and only, and then he was swept up by the hands of fate.
Already, though, I find I'm able to live a little more freely. I'm chained less to the sadness, I cry less, I'm less crippled by the sorrow and despondence that accompanied the tragedy.
I can only hope it gets better.
And I hope I can still be a beacon of hope to my sister even as the sadness fades from me.
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