Today is September 13th, my precious little sister's birthday. She would have been 47 today, but the drugs she used to try and fill the hole inside her took her life several years ago. The damage our so called parents did to us, hurt her than myself or our middle sister.
She was the best of us, beautiful, funny, active, but so very wounded. I wish I could go back in time and prevent her from being abused, but I know I can't. All I can do is keep talking about the hell we grew up in and reach out to others and let them know they're not alone.
Lola, I hope to find you in another life and make sure you live in a loving, gentle and happy home. I will forever love and miss you.
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