.....

I can’t do it. I was going to write a post about my aunt (who died a year ago today). I was going to write about how awesome and brave she was, how she battled until she couldn’t battle anymore.

But I can't.

The memories, even though a year old, are still vivid. I've been trying to forget about them, tried to keep busy, tried to do anything to escape them.

It doesn't work.

I know my pain doesn't compare in any way, shape, or form to what my cousin and my uncle feel. I said as much to my friend the other day. It still hurts me inside, knowing how things played out.

And now I mourn for two that I have lost to this bullshit.....

If there is a Heaven or an afterlife, I sincerely hope that my Aunt welcomed my exquisitely beautiful Brazilian friend on May 29th. She too was a fighter against breast cancer, but she couldn't fight anymore. She was only 32 years old. That shouldn't have happened. She was too young.

I don't know how to end this. Most people would put up inspirational quotes or links to help fight against this crap. I can't bring myself to do that.

I just want to scream at the unfairness of it all.