Stormy Seas
June 30, 2022
When we were kids, we shared bunk beds. We spent years together in that room. We would talk almost every night till one of us fell asleep. Life seemed to be so much more simple back then. I don't form personal attachments well or often, but I did with my baby sister. You were my best friend growing up. I owe all my stuffed animal personas to you. Your love for them carried them into the lives of my own children. They love those personas as much as you did. All of you loved beating them up and I loved letting you do it.
On stormy nights, those bunk beds would be our ship in the stormy, choppy waves of the sea. We would be crewmates trying to get the boat to safety. In that game, we always said we would never leave the other behind. Well baby sister, you left me behind. And I truly do not know how to carry on in this stormy sea without my fellow crewmate.
But I also truly hope you found a really happy, calm and stormy free shore to forget the pain of this world.
On stormy nights, those bunk beds would be our ship in the stormy, choppy waves of the sea. We would be crewmates trying to get the boat to safety. In that game, we always said we would never leave the other behind. Well baby sister, you left me behind. And I truly do not know how to carry on in this stormy sea without my fellow crewmate.
But I also truly hope you found a really happy, calm and stormy free shore to forget the pain of this world.