March 9, Twenty twenty two

Washington DC

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Today would have been my sister’s 43rd birthday. Instead, she died at the age of 34 under horrific circumstances. I’m sure many of you don’t care because you didn’t know her, but she was my little sister who was very sick. Today, I celebrate her life. I’m not dealing with the stuff on here about me today. Today is my sister’s day. You may think I am a terrible person, and perhaps I am. I have been without a partner, without fun, without many friends. I think about my sister, and how she loved her friends and elevated them to family. I had a group of friends we called each other “nosotros familia.” But today isn’t about me. It’s about her. All my memories of her…the good and the bad. In honor of my sister, I’m trying to change. In honor of B., I’m trying to change, In honor of D., I’m trying to change. Life flies once you hit 45. Not much time left. I want to make it count. Live my life in honor of my sister, who was cut short and cheated by pain and suffering. We’ve all been there—-suicide is never the best option. Love you CHS, wish I could be celebrating today with you, instead of in honor of you! You’re the best, beauty bod.