I know many of you may not understand, I wish, I pray you never have to understand, but I know that won't be the case. Everyone loses someone close to them. Eventually. It happens. The Parable of the Mustard Seed. If you don't know what that means, please Google it.
I don't know why tonight things are worse then normal. Maybe it's me. It's been almost six months. I know this is my gaming blog, and I try to keep things somewhat private. I miss my sister. If you've ever had a sledge hammer slammed into your chest you know how I feel. I miss her so much.
I've mentioned her before on my blog, but never what happened. I probably should, then maybe you would understand, but I'm tired. She's gone, and left a void that can't be filled.
She was born when I was in the eighth grade. Who do you think it was who gave her early morning feedings? Two in the morning was early, but I didn't care. I was helping my mom, and my sister. I made sure the milk was the right temperature. How many twelve years old do that? Probably not many, and if you did I want to know. Why? Because it's exceptional.
I miss my sister. I miss her. There's a huge gaping wound, that I can't seem to patch up. And it affects everything I do, everything...
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