As my sister Vashti Forrest Seacat lay sleeping in the early morning, her husband Brett Seacat shot her and then lit her and their house on fire. I'll never forget the call, the panic, the not knowing, but most importantly, the overwhelming loss.
My sister went to live in heaven at the end of my freshman year in the midst of finals, and now finishing my freshman year in college I can't but help think that this is a total different lifetime, and that I am opening a new chapter. I am not leaving her behind in the previous chapter, but continuously carrying her memory with me.
I found this photo today while going through a journal that was dedicated to writing little memories and letters to my sister after she passed. Four years have gone by, and I still stand by what I wrote as an adolescent 15 year old girl.
Take the time to hug someone you love today, and if you have something pop in your head worth remembering four years from now...write it down.
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