On wednesday, it will have been a year since my sister passed away, and it also happens to be the first day of school.
There are no words to explain how I feel.
This last year has dragged on, and I still wake up in the morning thinking that Chelcie is still here. I still wake up and hope that it was all a dream, and that she's okay.
But it wasn't a dream
and I'm never going to get her back.