It’s been two years (tomorrow) since you’ve passed and i don’t think I will ever be able to get over you, not that i want too, it’s just i’m finding it harder then anyone else to cope with your death, i just miss you so much and i wish you never left me. I looked up to you, still do, you are my role model, you and i had the same dream and i just hope i get to follow it through for the both of us. I took all the little things granted before all the things you done for me and i wish i had the chance to thank you fo them but it’s too late.
I remember when I use to copy your voice, I loved it so much and now its just a small memory in the back of my head. I went on youtube the other day just to hear your voice and i found a video of you and my brother, i watched it over and over again. I wish i could find a video of us two, there must be one somewhere 
, the one with you sitting on my step at my mums birthday has mysteriously gone missing 
maybe i should ask my mum where it is.
I want to thankyou for being my comfirmation sponser, i remember i was having a hard time thinking of someone to be my sponser and as soon as my mum sugested you i was bouncing off the walls so excited to see you and for you to be there on a big event of my life, unlike my 18th birthday this year, i can imangine you now “Oh sherice, I can’t belive your 18, your so grown up and beautiful” and all i would do is blush You alway did know how to make me smile, when i was left out at a party you would drag me to the middle of the dancefloor.
I know you always cared for me aswell because, you held that sickle cell charity ball for me, i don’t think anyone else would of done that for me so thankyou.
there is so much more i want to say but i am going to end with a poem i wrote for you a couple weeks after you died.
A week in hospital and then you passed The snap of my believe band The snap of my heart That’s when my misery began I began crying denying that you’re gone
My mum took me and our cousin to school that day I was trying to hold on keeping a straight face But inside I was crying, denying that you’re gone
I reached to school Went to the reception hall I gave the receptionist a note And with a sympathetic look I started crying, denying that you’re gone
She tells me to wait in the sick bay For the rest of the day I’m crying, denying that you’re gone
A girl from my class Ask “What’s her name?” “How old is she?” I show her a picture of you She says you’re pretty Whilst I’m crying, denying that your gone
The pips go for lunch And I’m in a rush To get out of there Everybody stop to stare Because I’m crying, denying that your gone
I see my best friend She then understands Why I’m crying, denying that your gone
I’m then surrounded in a crowed Getting passed around Without a sound Hug to hug to hug And I’m crying, denying that you’re gone
I’m in a bad way Because of this day Of you my role model cousins death February 27th And I’m crying, denying that you’re gone 23 years young.
I miss you Kaya
I Love you, From Sherice
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pickle92 Said:
on February 27, 2010 at 5:29 pm
You seem like you need a hug, so I’ll give you one. “Hug”
Sherice Said:
on February 27, 2010 at 7:44 pm
Thanks Alex
pickle92 Said:
on February 28, 2010 at 3:08 pm
No prob’.