Submission 84

To my brother,

In a few months I will be older in days than you got the chance to be, a strange realisation for a little sister. It goes against the fabric of the universe that I face this, that you are not here.

And people ask me if I have siblings and I want to scream that you were here and you were wonderful and funny and brilliant and sad and lonely and scared. I wish I said it more back then.

It’s hard where we are, to live in a world without you. The earth has lost a wonderful piece of itself. It’s lighter now, but less colourful. Even if you could not see that colour. We could, and still do.

The happy times will forever be touched with sadness, with longing, with grief. But that’s okay, that is the residue of your wonderful short life that continues to be a part of my story. Forever my brother.