Life After Death

On October 21st, my Mom called me at 8am. I was getting ready for work, but called her back outside where my phone gets reception.

And then she told me.

My sister Megan had been found on her floor the night before, lifeless.

I can't seem to write details past this yet. All I know is my wailing and crying brought me to my knees on the muddy ground.

I read at Meg's funeral, but everything went by in a blur. The twenty-hundred blurred faces attached to hands that shook mine cornered me in a void.

I am still there - in the void. It is black and lonely. My other three siblings are in their own worlds, trying to find light. My parents are in a bottomless pit of fear, regrets, and sadness. Pure sadness.

Though I am here, depressed and wandering along an endless road, I have hope. My friends and family are there for support. Somehow their care is pushing me forward. My sweet, sweet Aaron is also the biggest support beam as my body and mind teeter on crumbling.

I know Megan is not suffering anymore. I know she is smiling at us somewhere we cannot imagine. I don't know about Heaven and Hell. I don't know about God. But I know about love. If we can continue loving someone even after death . . . it will keep them alive in our hearts.

Perhaps we won't ever understand what is after life, but I'm sure it's something wonderful. And when the time comes, I will see my sister again.