A day drenched in sunlight
Clutching a bouquet of white lilies, I come to visit you. It's been a while since I last came here. Do you still remember the nights when we sat in the backyard and watched the twinkling stars? I know you do, for now, you are one of the brightest stars up there.
I've reached the iron gates of the cemetery where you rest in eternal peace. The air smells of longing and wild flowers. Walking on the stone path, I can almost see you walking beside me. I wish I could go back to those days. This was your quiet place, right? It still is. It always will be.
It's a sunny day, exactly the kind that made you happy. The sunlight is making everything a little too bright; but who am I to complain? It gives me warmth and and reminds me of you. You were so full of life, every little moment was a gift for you, a gift you cherished.
I always looked up to you. You were my guardian angel, my elder sister. I wish I could hold you in my arms again. I won't let go. I promise.
You were the strongest person I knew. Yet, life chose you to fight a battle where there was no winner. You used to say, 'Even when the end is right around the corner, we keep hanging on. We don't let go.' You tried your hardest, I know you did. Cancer took your life but it'll never be able to take away your memories.
Maybe, forever wasn't meant for you. Maybe, reality was what you were destined for.
I've reached your grave. You lie there under the wild flowers. All around your grave, there's green grass and some fallen leaves. If you were here, you would surely call it a beautiful day.
I sit next to your tombstone and I see that the candle is still there. Even after the showers of rain, the little white candle still remains.
Life has changed a lot since the day you were gone. I no longer have a hand to hold onto, no one to share my stories with. But that won't stop me from coming to you, is it?
There's a flower engraved on your tombstone. A beautiful white lilly you wanted it to be. Under it are your last words " Memories can't be forgotten. Remember all the good ones we had."
I will remember them all. I will.
It's been hours and I'm still talking to you.
The angels on the head of the grave; they appear to be glowing a soothing yellow-golden color because of the sunlight.
I take a purple wild flower with me. It reminds me of you. I'll keep it in your journal, the one which was precious to you.
I'll be back soon.