Death, no more

Last November, my little sister Joscelyne died.

She was 28, married with two kids, Justin and Sophia.

She loved cooking, baking and singing.

She had earned one master’s degree, and was in the midst of completing another.

She loved fashion- shoes, dresses, makeup and jewelry.

She was a complete celebrity gossip hound- Kim K, Kanye, Jigga and Beyonce.

She was my little sister, and just like that, our relationship, with all it’s ups and downs, stopped. No “fin” with the rolling credits, no happily ever after. Her death handed me an end, but nothing close to a resolution.

Full stop.

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