It’s been 8 years to this day since she passed and it seems to get harder every year that I get older. I’m starting to realize how much I want her back I’m my life now, not only as my cousin but as my older sister and best friend. When she passed I was 13 but I dealt with her death in my own way and never really got to grieve. I’ve always felt and still feel like I need to keep my head up and accept what’s happened and move on. But it’s starting to get harder as I hit mild stonesshe never had, turning 21, having a boyfriend, and being a senior in college. I guess I still don’t know how to deal with death. But the fact that she was always positive even when she knew she wasn’t going to make it keeps me going the way I am. Sometimes I loose sight on what I’m feeling but this tattoo of her name reminds me that it is okay and to keep moving on with my life cause in the end I’ll never forget her cause she’ll always be in it.