A few reasons that have made me think what the fuc... am i doing.
Since Lilia died nothing has been how i expected it.
1)I have not cried.
Not once. Not even at her funeral. I’ve even tried too, sat down on my own and thought right; let’s get it over with and.... nothing. Everyone else has burst into tears at some unprecedented moment over the last 3 weeks.
2)I have laughed, several times in the awkward silences when someone is crying.
Not because I find it funny, I just laugh.
3)I have shouted to Lilia to ask if she wanted a drink, or said goodnight to her, even though she’s not friggin there. It doesn’t feel real.
4)Every time someone asks me for my opinion I give them it, and then add what Lilia would have thought. No idea why.
5)Finally, and this one is mainly the reason I’ve posted this on here because I would never admit it to someone’s face. This is going to sound really bad and it’s not going to come out how I mean it but in a way, I’m almost glad it’s over.
Not having to wake up each morning and wonder if today was going to be the day that she died, or if she would get an infection, if she’d need a blood transfusion, if the tumours had grown or shrunk. Not to have to watch her in pain or hold her hand whilst she was vomiting.
I’m just glad that we can finally start to live without being uncertain all the time. 5 years is a long time to not know if your sister will still be alive the next day. But now I can be sure, I can be sure that she will certainly not be alive in the morning, however much it hurts I’m just glad I know now.
Does that make sense?
So really I just wanted to say that, so I could stop continually thinking it and to stop myself blurting it out to someone, and I wanted to know if anyone else does that, or if I am just a complete b*tch.
One more thing, video my aunt made of Lilia, if you click on it, it takes you to the video, i think...