Dearest Older Sister:
I miss you every day. Your suicide made my life a much different place. No one could help you. We tried. We tried so very hard. But the doctors just threw drugs at you. Downers? For a depressive? Holy shit. Wrong. So wrong.
You were the best and the brightest of our family. Funny? Hell yes. Caustic? Man, you could make a grown man cry. Smart? So fucking smart. I recall when I was starting to read Proust how you gave me an encapsulated view of him. I wet my pants laughing. You were too good for this world. And the world just hurt you. Time and time again.
I’m sorry I couldn’t save you my dear. I wish I could have. I still pick up the phone to call you every now and then. I’ve read something or seen something… and I think… Katie would love this.
You’re still here. You’re still here in my heart. And you always will be. Always.
Save a life. If you can.
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I will come here to have a look in the future, it´s worthy.
Regards from Spain.
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