A sister to our cousin was buried yesterday and I hurt about it even though I'd never met her. I know that she would be just like her sister, always smiling, always laughing and an infectious laugh. It hurts more when lives are gone while young, while there is so much more to give and with the world waiting for our presence to be felt. I'm emotional because it feels too close to home, too close to me and yet so real. I want to write the poems of my heart, the hurt it feels and the bits hiding in its darkness. Maybe soon I'll find the flow to do it. In the mean time, enjoy what you have. We are too caught up in life's worries that life itself is passing us by. Love you B, rest easy Lofty Tua-Tupou ❤
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