One Decade and One Year Later
I want to start by saying, January 31st will never be “my” day. Never. At least not to me. In fact - although my family says they like it - it makes me kind of upset that today was the day I got a lung transplant. Somehow I feel it takes away from my sisters death. Yeah, my living is more positive than her dying - but she deserves to be rejoiced and remembered. I don’t want today to be about me. There’s no way anyone who ever met her could ever forget her, but still. She was
