Eileen my baby sister
My baby sister died of lung cancer in June this year.Just two months ago we buried her overlooking the sea on her Island paradise. I can't sleep .
She told us all she would always be around,left a note in her diary that I read the poem by her grave"Do not stand at my grave and weep"Said she would send us signs always.
I surfed the net for comfort trying to ease the anger ,found this site saw loss of sibling and clicked onto the video.I cried a little when the poem appeared.A sign? maybe.
I wish I could allow myself to wallow in the pain.Instead I clean and cook clean and cook,fill my waking hours with needless tasks if I don't allow myself to think I need not acknowledge my pain.Then I go to bed and sleep eludes me.I am exhausted.