I like to write something here on Sara's day, but looking back I feel like I have written all these thoughts here before. I think maybe it is because on this day I always think about who Sara was to me, and how important her existence was for me.
I adore my brother and always idolized him growing up. I chased after him, wearing his old tee shirts and riding his old bikes. When Sara came into our lives she was this spark of feminine beauty, laughter and light...I had never met anyone like her before. I was so honored that she paid attention to me, so enthralled by her outgoing personality and her sense of self, jealous of her talent. She was confident, strong, beautiful...she had boobs and hips and big curly hair...all things that I had too. Until I met Sara I was uncomfortable in my own skin, I never felt like I fit in. Sara taught me to be me. She drove me to my first middle school dance, she did my hair for my 8th grade graduation, she took me on my first trip to Urban Outfitters to buy black pants \(a must have in her book!\). Sara was my sister, she was a shining light in my young eyes and I will always remember her just like that.
I went to see Sara today in the cemetery. I live right down the street and go to see her often, although I'm not sure that Sara's spirit stays there...she is everywhere and with me all the time, as she is with all of us always.
Sara, I miss you so much and I pray that you are at peace now that you are everywhere.
