It's been years. I was 6-years old when my sister died so prior to turning 6, things were just a blur to me. My childhood was wonderful, I'd like to think at such a young age the color of my life growing up was rich. I was watching "My Sister's Keeper", I couldn't stop crying. It's been 25 years since Charlene's passing, but there are times I feel I've been robbed. Maybe because I was so young, and I always wanted her around since she was the keeper of my peace and I always felt so secure around her no matter how sick she was. Being the eldest she still played her role of making sure we were all ok, and she still took time to care for us.
I watched the movie twice, and it wasn't even from the start- it was more like chopped up. But I still caught myself crying. And in the last part, there was a dialogue that was said: "I'll never understand why Kate had to die and we all got to live. There is no reason for it I guess, death's just death. No body understands it." and then she goes on saying: "the point is, I had a sister and she was fantastic. One day I'm sure I'll see her again, until then- our relationship continues". I guess being older now, I know she can see me and she knows what's happening to me I just wish I can hear from her end. It's the awesome thought of her telling me she's fine (a part of me tells me that I know she is in a better place now) and that I'm doing ok or I'm doing good- I guess the affirmation from an authority and not just any authority but from her specifically because I've always looked up to her. I guess the best way to continue my relationship with her is to keep living my life. You know I love you Manang Charl, always and forever :)
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