Two Years

Right now, two years ago I was laying on the floor of the living room trying to sleep with my whole family next to me because we knew this was the end and that was the closest we could get to Robin. I remember drifting in and out of sleep every few minutes because I was afraid I'd fall asleep and not get to say my last goodbye. I woke up in a panic on the morning of December 6th asking if anything had happened and being told I should go in there and say goodbye because it would be anytime now. I didn't leave her side until she was gone and they took her away. I really lost everything that day. I lost my auntie, my protector, my sister, my comfort zone, and what was supposed to be my lifelong built in best friend. This year all I've been able to think about is how much I've grown up and how I'm unintentionally turning into her. We would have had such a good time together in this stage of our life and I don't think my heart will ever not be broken over the fact that I won't see her or laugh with her or have fun with her or lay in bed with her again until the day I become an angel too. I just really wish we could have done something to keep her.