My sister died and I don't even remember when, It was like she was there and then she wasn't. It feels like a nightmare or a horrible prank, her absence... what does that mean? What's wrong? My sister died, and that was my first best friend. And now I'm forced to hold on to the memories and live in a reality where she doesn't exist. Who okayed this pain, this emptiness, like be foreal.. my sister? The days kinda smush together, and colors kinda lose their glow. My sister died, and I keep saying it because it's hard to believe. I lost her, it's true.. what kind of reality is this? My very first friend, my secret keeper, is gone and I'm supposed to be ok, right? Robbed of the togethers of the future, like a candle that's lost its light, it's real. It was like she was here, and then she wasn't. My sister died, and I don't even remember when. Because sometimes people die before they stop breathing. Side note: my sister didn't actually die, the relationship did