Lauren

The delicate pendant brings conflicting memories.
A reminder of childhood, growing up with her, my mentor.
A guide, a support system.
Until she wasn’t.
Until I became the support system, the helping hand.
Growing up was no longer a slow process, almost instant with her sickness.
The fragile chain takes me back to Brisbane.
The ICU ward, a place I could not step foot into after seeing her like that.
Guilt still eats away at me almost four years on.
You would think it would ease.
It doesn’t.
I didn’t get to say goodbye.
I guess I hold that against myself.