My name is Aminah, and I'm 16 years old.
In 2020, during the pandemic, I lost my first cousin, sister at heart always and forever, to a rare type of sarcoma cancer a couple of weeks after her 18 birthday. I was devastated, Minha was everything to me, and to see her suffer for 2 years was the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with. A t the time, I refused to grieve, I was more in shock tan upset. And because I didn't grieve, I feel like that grief is catching up to me and getting closer ever single week, day or minute, I dream about her, cry for her and cannot sop thinking about her. Despite being diagnosed at the age of 16, Minha ALWAYS had a positive attitude towards life, she was a 'glass half full' kinda girl :) And that is one of the may things that I love and miss about her everyday. I miss her lots. I don't have anyone anymore. It was just me and her together always. But knowing that there are many people like yourself reading this who has dealt with similar scenarios makes me feel a bit more at ease and supported. So please never forget, that we are a community and we will get through this sh**ty period of life!!!
SENDING LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVEEEEE!!!
