this still doesnt feel real
a week ago I was on the floor of your living room, glueing your photographs to poster board. spending 14 straight hours with your sisters, preparing as beat we could for the next day.
two weeks ago, I received a phone call from my best friend telling me you were gone. that's what she said to me "kate's gone"
two months ago we were texting about how you moved back to Massachusetts and we were going to see each other when I come home for Christmas.
now, I'm back. 3000 miles away and mourning your loss, wishing I could be close to your sisters. I spent almost every hour of my trip home with my second family, and I'm wishing I could still be there.
It just doesn't feel real.












