It has been six months and still I cannot seem to get her image out of my head.
No matter how much I try, her face keep dancing in front of my eyes.
I just had her in front of my eyes for few years, yet her smile, touch, smell, the softness of her skin, her innocence the sparkle in her eyes everything have made an everlasting impact on me.
That day, while throwing that handful of sand onto her small coffin I understood, even thou she had a fragile live as they warned me ... She was a fighter.
Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 3 Prompt – Fragile Lives