I loved her. She was a handful of trouble. She was a gift of love. Some people looked right through her like she was invisible.
But I saw her, and she was beautiful. She made me laugh, and some days I just wanted to hug her. She wore me out, and some days I wanted to push her away. But I always kept my door open for her. I stayed on the lookout for her, until I couldn’t anymore. I needed time to get my life in order. When we were together, it was chaos. I didn’t know, how could I,
that she would choose Christmas Eve to give up. To hang herself from a closet rod. I sat alone and cried out to God.
The pain was intense, for both of us. She was a mother and a daughter. She was a sister. Suicide seemed tempting, I longed for it. My God was silent, I longed for Him.
