Remember how it was when we kissed Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesnt go away it becomes a part of you step for step breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. Thats just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined you dont get one without the other. All I can do is love her and love the world emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.