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Day 5 - My favourite quote

I have put a lot of thought into this.
It hasn't been easy!
So many people have said such inspiring words, or witty last words, or comical quips.
My favourite quote it turns out, is from a cheesy pop lyric.
"I'd rather love and lose it all,
than never have it to recall,
these are the things I will remember,
When I remember when"
It was the b-side of a 5ive single when I was a teenager.
It was released around the same time my grandad died.
For some strange reason I took great comfort from these words.
Again when my sister died in 2004, these words sprang to mind.
It is hard to lose someone you love.
It is one of the worst things anyone must do.
Be it someone that you are in love with, someone that has been with you for as long as you remember or someone who you loved with all your heart, who didn't know it as much as they should have.
At least you have memories.
At least you can imagine what was.
I no longer have my sister physically beside me, but I can still speak to hear, bitch to her, remember her.
I can laugh at memories from years past,
Grow nostalgic while looking over some old photographs.
But if someone said I had the choice to go back to the beginning.
I would be aware of my future.
I couldn't change my future other than to prevent the birth of my sister.
You can stop the pain of her death, the suffering of your family.
I would say no.
Give me sister.
Send me back but give me my sister.
This time around I would show her my feelings more.
Within reason.
Of course, I would fight with her. We wouldn't be true sisters if we didn't fight.
But I might let her keep the shoes she stole, or give her some sweets when she asks for them...
Definitely I would rather lose it all than never have to recall.
As I've just proven, these are the things I will remember, when I remember when.
x

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  1. That's such a great quote. And I agree. It's better to have loved and lost than to never loved at all. As painful as it is to loose someone, I find that pain begins to fade over time and the fun, happy memories that truly represent that person stand out more xxx

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