Good day guys!
Every year, we visit a specific grave during the month of November and it's the grave of my supposedly older sister. Before I was born, my mom had a miscarriage. We were supposed to be a year apart. This made me think about all the what-ifs? like what if she was alive, would I still be here? And what would happen if she was here with us right now? This also made me feel bad for my parents especially my mom to go through something like that. She must have been traumatized by what happened. But I guess everything happens for a reason.
According to my mom, her name should have been Therese. I've always wondered what would it feel like growing up with an older sister compared to my older brother haha.
The photo above is her grave, and she is located behind the grotto of my grandmother's garden. We just visited her recently to pray. We call her the Angel of our Family. Whenever we go to her grave we also ask her to pray for us and to protect all of us. I would have never met her but I'm still thankful that we have an angel by our side.
And beside her where there are a bunch of flowers on the ground is where we buried our first dog named Custo. We used to call him our Youngest little brother, though he died when he was 16 years old and I checked online and that's equivalent to 80 y/o in human years. For some reason, I miss him so much already. Losing a loved one can hurt really bad. Though all the memories with them will always be cherished.
Thanks for dropping and Stay safe always!
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