I always counted on the fact that you would be there like when we were children, Looming over me each morning waking me up to get ready for primary school. Standing up for me because you understood me as well as a sister would. Teasing me and pushing me to look at life from other perspectives. All the adventures that ensued as we grew up and progressed through life. I admired you heart and your ability to take the time to get to know people on a personal level, feeling their pains deeply and celebrating their joys wholeheartedly. You recognised and chose me as your sister-friend and I was comfortable in the knowledge that you would always be there, sharing our lives over phone calls, and having silly crazy, memorable innuendos each time we met. How I counted on the fact that you would always be there, to share inside jokes, to recount memories, to laugh like school girls, to fall asleep while I talked all night thinking you are listening, to give consolation to eachother, to give advice to eachother, to be a big sister to my siblings and a daughter to my parents, to build a bond with my children, to speak to eachother in broken Lifaw when we didn't want others to understand us. To remember our grandmothers and Kumba-town as we knew it growing up, to be my Google search engine for all the memories I have forgotten, to just be Sarah and be somewhere I know I can reach you and so much more I can not put into words. That can never be anymore and I have to figure out who I am and how I am going to be now that you are not going to be there anymore. It is a whole new journey. I hope that you will stay alive in my memories and I will never lose you in my heart. Rest in peace dear Sarah. E samban Ma Bele na Ma Kongmateh na Ma Fule na Ma Dibo. Si minan bumbu nfaw ❤