Sisters

Grief is a weird thing. I think the enormity of losing my sister has only just begun to hit me almost a year on. I see pairs of sisters everywhere, some who have enjoyed a whole lifetime together. I'm not sure how to get past how incredibly sad I feel that my sister never got to get old.


(This was taken in my favourite cafe in Newlands Park, called the Dandelion Cafe, which is in the old Tennis Pavillion)