Peachy.

I search for my phone lost in my bag somewhere. I feel compelled to write this as we pass the funeral home that held my sisters wakes. Dodge Thomas funeral home. It gets harder not to miss you everyday. Sometimes I forget that I had a beautifully fucked up, flawed sister named Kara Marie. So beautiful in her own way. I always forget her face as she’s just pictures now. No real emotion just little fragments of who she used to be. I can’t remember her voice or her laugh. That’s the hardest part of losing someone you love. You start to forget everything.

I’ve been obsessing over my sisters death for the past few months. I feel like all this pain is hitting all at once and I just can’t stop myself from feeling this ache in my heart.