I haven’t really talked about this — not to anyone, not even in public. For years, I kept it tucked deep in my heart, maybe because it’s still too painful to say out loud. But today, I just want to let it out.
It’s been 19 years since my sister passed away. She was only 20 then — so young, so full of life. And even after all these years, the pain still feels fresh. Sometimes, it still feels like it happened yesterday.
She wasn’t just my sister; she was my best friend. We did almost everything together. Wherever she went, I was always there — even when she was with her own friends, she would bring me along. School events, laag-laag, random hangouts — I was her constant companion, and she was mine.
There was just one time — only one — when I had to go home for something important, so she stayed behind at the boarding house. She planned to follow a few days later. But she never made it. That’s the part that still breaks me every time I think about it.
I miss her so much that the pain still lingers — deep, quiet, and sharp in the moments I least expect it. I miss her so much that I cry whenever I think of her. I miss her so much like she left just yesterday.
Time may have passed, but love doesn’t fade. My heart will always carry her memory, her laughter, and the bond we shared. Heaven must be so lucky to have her — but I’ll always wish she was still here with me.
Sometimes, I look up at the sky and wonder if she’s looking down, smiling, and watching over me. I find comfort in believing that she never really left — she just went ahead to a place where pain no longer exists.
Until we meet again, sis, I’ll keep you close in my heart. I’ll live carrying your love, your laughter, and the memories we made together. I miss you every day — and I always will.