In fact everything happened to me the morning after. Due to where I live and the big time difference. I only knew the morning after the 26th.
A year ago!
What started of like a normal day has very quickly turned to the worst day of my life.
But, there is a catch. the night before I had a nightmare. And it didn’t take me long to ask when did my sister pass only to discover that it happened around the same time I woke up screaming from a nightmare.
Maybe I would like to think that I felt something. That my spirit was with her on those minutes before it passed away to the other world.
Maybe that should ease my guilt a bit.
I don’t know.
Now, all I can think of is how many days and mornings have to pass before I can start to accept Mum’s broken voice telling me “They are BOTH gone“.
الله يرحمك يا اختي.