My 18 year old sister was killed in a car accident a year ago today. This year has been been plagued with the ever oppressive realization that I can't count on anything, that crappy stuff does indeed happen, and that I truly have no control over my life. I've lived a year beyond her death. Is this all there is to "surviving"? They say that life goes on. That may be true, but I'm here to tell you that death goes on as well. My sister is just as dead today as she was a year ago. She will still be dead this time next year. In 20 years she will still be dead and I will still wish she wasn't. Life goes on, but death seems to go on more tenaciously than life ever could.
| September 22, 2003 03:52am | 
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