It is what it is

It’s hard when you lose a sister. Her death was unexpected and I feel hard on both me and my other sister.

I’m not one for sharing too much internal family strife, so I won’t. I will say this though: no matter what she is family. It was a struggle to navigate all the things but we got there. It is what it is.

Picture is unrelated other than a symbol of renewal. Rains come to wash away the bad, and feed new growth.

It is what it is.