He was only 25 year old…. It is so sad.

I feel really bad for myosotis. It reminds me of when I lost my youngest sister to sickle cell,at first I refused to believe that it happened and it was some sort of dark and sick joke,but over time,I was struggling with it and I ended becoming severely depressed and it also took a drastic toll on my mental health,not just that,she and I had so much in common,like turquoise is her fav color like I do,and other things. She was only 16yrs old at the time of her death. I learn that while grieving for her,I still feel that when I go somewhere,I had a strong connection and presence that she’s still here even though she’s no longer physically present,but I feel her spiritual connection like when I hear the wind blowing,it’s like a symbolic gesture that she’s here and is always there. I’ll never forget her for the rest of my life.

I wanna give you a big hug