Mya was one of my sister’s and my favorite names. She passed away at the prime of her age to an illness leaving me devastated and struggling to fill a gaping hole in my heart. You never get over something like this but I’ve been trying. Because she was the very definition of how life should be lived, because of her inimitable spirit I have to.
Happy Birthday to my sis –
I love and miss you.
For if today you lived my darling, oh what a life it would be.
To you I promise to be good and for me I promise to make it that life and to write.