Two years have passed since the most awful day I can remember. A day that planted a tiny little seed of sadness somewhere inside that is firmly wedged there forever.
Two years ago, the world lost two amazing, interesting, intelligent, talented young woman in a blameless accident. A family lost two daughters. The universe lost a little slice of it’s awesome.
And nothing has ever been the same since.
The world and life and everything has changed so much since that day. You can wrap it up in all manner of elegant metaphor and simile, to try and explain the pain and the letting go and the ongoing sense that nothing about this is fair. But the simple, plain truth is that this accident shouldn’t have happened, but couldn’t be changed. No one was at fault, there is no room for anger or resentment. Only the fact that the world hasn’t looked the same way since. Only sadness and grief. Only trying so hard to keep on living because you owe it to them now, to live. Really live.
Life is too short and too beautiful to be wasted.
Today is the two year anniversary of the day the world lost Arabella and Gemima.The day the world stopped making sense.