My little sister died of cancer when she was eight. I was six years older, and I spent my last visits with her telling her how every Disney character she ever loved was so excited to play with her in heaven, and how her very favorite Disney Princess (Ariel) was waiting to be her best friend forever. After she died, we found that she’d written me a goodbye letter that said “When it rains, it’s gonna be me and Ariel splashing you.”
I didn’t need my heart today


















