Three weeks later
Rain poured down in sheets as the poor filly stared, helplessly at the tombstone that occupied her sister. She did not cry, for her tears had been already shedded on that fateful day.
"Applejack... ah don't know if ya can hear me but... if yer out there. And if ya can hear me. Ah'm proud of ya too. And ah love ya big sis" Applebloom said, looking not at the tombstone, but at the sky. She looked away and slowly walked down the hill to Big mac, Granny Smith, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, who were waiting at the entrance of the cemetary. For every breath we take, another life is taken in one way or another. But it's when you become stronger that you know they are proud of you, no matter what happens. No matter how grim things get, look to the sky and know that they are proud of you. For Applejack and her mother are most definitely proud of Applebloom.