This is for an angel: she'll never really leave our hearts.

Funny how you never realize just how delicate life is until it's gone. 

Because it flies away just as quickly as it came.

Butterfly wings and aching hearts; the sun will still set, the sun will still rise. 

The sun should have burnt out with you. This world is a little more empty than before and the space that held you to the ground still bares your name.

Sierra, Sierra, Sierra.

Between clouds and gravity, the wind whispers it, the trees hold it, the stars have written it among the skies.


Tears are being shed for you, and candles have been lit in your memory.

Grown men cry; all the tears in the world have come together in one place. Remember, remember.

There's one more angel in heaven, and it's you. 

Funeral flowers are the most beautiful kind of sadness, and small coffins are the worst. 

Somehow you're still here, and we're still stuck in the time you left-tragedy has a funny way of sticking around; days, weeks, months.

There are too many things that don't matter; life can be cut short in a second. Tragedy like this isn't supposed to happen in real life, it's not supposed to happen to real people.


I guess it does.
 
Here's some news: People never really leave us; it's the best thing and the worst. It's what keeps us going and staying. You'll never leave us, and it's what makes me want to be better.

Bruised and hurting you took your six years and left this world for a better one, you claimed the heavens as you left, you became whole once again.

I know you're happy, and I know you're safe. Accepting that for what it is, is as easy as taming a hungry lion. It takes time, and time is everything we have. 


I'm writing your name in my heart, and I'm pasting it to the dust in my bones.

I'm going to the stars, and I'm taking your memory with me. 


This was the hardest thing I've ever written.
Forever Yours,
Rachel.


P.S. If you want to know exactly what happened to my mother's sweet little cousin, please click here.