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My 1st Mistake

I woke up this morning in a pretty good mood. Before work I decided to write a little letter to my sister who was killed last year. It was just something I felt that I needed to do. By the time I was done I was crying like a baby and have been outrageously depressed ever since. Mourning's a bitch.

There's a bit of problem with her memorial site at the moment so I'm posting my letter here because sharing my depression with the world is truly my highest calling in life.

Melissa,

I miss you. I still can't completely accept that you are gone forever. That's too cruel a truth for me to believe. I still have plans to play more video games with you, color your hair again, act like little kids in public together, to comfort you when someone has hurt you, to work my way through a one-sided chat session with you, to watch you grow and experience life. It's just not fair that none of those things will ever happen.

Know that I still cry for you regularly. Know that even though I didn't see you often when you were living, I miss you all the time. Most importantly, know that I've decided to keep living my life, but now it includes good, healthy doses of Melissa-type fun.

I love you and miss you. You will always be my baby sister.