Today I was going to revisit the days leading up to my sister, Ansley's death.
I was going to write about the smell of spring, and the sense of a childhood lost that I get whenever I think about that day frozen in time.
I was going to write about what I miss, what makes me sad, what hurts the most about not having my little sister around anymore.
This was going to be a very sad post.
However, today I went to her myspace to revisit her blog, and I was overcome with unexpected happiness. Happiness because I remembered how full of life, even in the face of overwhelming despair and tragedy, she was. No matter what. Happiness because she strove to live each day to it's fullest and appreciate every tiny opportunity she was given. Not because she wanted to be "inspirational" or any such nonsense. It was honestly because she loved life and wanted to make each second count.
In honor of the third anniversary of her passing, I'd like to post this blog post of hers. Ansley wrote this on June 23, 2007.