some things are better left unsaid
Taking a brief look around the graveyard, I noticed a few things. Little indescribable things.
like the fact that the butterfly broach I left on her grave had gone. the fact that the flowers I had planted for her had died, wilting away just like her life. As my sister lay in that wooden box underground, I couldn't help but repeat the notion in my head that it should have been me.
it should always have been me, the black sheep of the family. the one who always made mistakes, the one who bucked things up for everypony else. My sister would always try to steer me on the right path, but somewhere along the way.... she got sick.
she seemed fine at first, sure there were a few coughing fits, and she couldn't use her magic as well as she used to. but she didn't let that stop her from running the bakery. but then things got worse. she had collapsed in front of the oven one day and was taken into hospital. as it turns out, she was exhausted, what with me running the business side of things.
every time Pinkie told her to take a break and let me work my magic, she woulds refuse. opting to continue working along side me, and more and more, i began to notice strands of her mane gently falling to the floor ever so often.
I remember that day.... the first time I saw her in the hospital.
what a wake up call.
She was lying there, hooked up to one of those annoying beeping machines. She looked so peaceful, yet in slight pain.
"....hey, Sis?" I called out quietly as I sat down in the seat near to the bed. I watched as her eyes slowly opened.
"hey brother" she gave me a weak smile. she raised a hoof to touch my cheek, wiping away a single tear.
"what happened? please tell me!" I cried out. She simply did what she always had done.
she smiled.
"Go back to work bro, its nothing I can't handle" she said with that cheerful voice of hers.
"But....fine, but when I get back, you tell me everything, got it?" I used a tone of authoritativeness, like any decent big-brother-by-2-minutes would. "oh and ah.... Dont go anywhere" I let out a small chuckle.
You know how it is when tings don't go as planned, well....
I began to walk back to the hospital with Pinkie Pie. however, finding out that both mom and dad were there made me simply stop in my tracks. "h-hey, is... is everything alright?" they both shook their heads, I simply rushed to the room ignoring the call from Pinkie. "come on" I got to the door. and could only watch from the window as the doctors tried everything they could.... but it wasn't enough.
A doctor looked at his watch, his mouth moving......
so here I am, replacing the flowers, and cleaning the headstone, feeling for the engraved lettering carved into it.
its been several years since you've gone.
here lies Pumpkin cake
loving wife, mother, sister, daughter
always live everyday like your last
I miss you.... goodbye lil sis.