Good Byes

I've been busy this past week saying good bye to friends and acquaintances all the while hoping that today wouldn't come, and I wouldn't have to face this good bye. I didn't want to say good bye to her; I knew it was going to be the hardest of them all. 

My Little Sister is only nine-years-old. I forget that. I forget how young she is. She's had to deal and live through junk and crap no nine-year-old ought to deal with which has made her more mature for her age which leads me to forget that she's nine.

I loved our lazy and relaxing day together. We visited the library, made mac & cheese, read, played computer games, went to the park, made stuffed shells for dinner, took pictures, and talked. Real and deep talking doesn't usually happen because of my Little Sister's age, but today, we had some good conversations. 

We talked about good memories, the future, her life, my life, and us. We weren't afraid to admit this good bye was difficult for both of us. Somehow, I managed to keep my tears in until I dropped her off and started my drive home. 

I have to keep reminding myself that, like I told her, this good bye is not forever. We will be in each others life, I pray and hope, for the rest of our lives.