The day my twin sister died, her last words were "Stop crying fool!, I'll get better" Yet I stood helplessly beside her body and watched as life left her Loud screams were heard in the ward and my relatives must have cried a river But I didn't cry 'cos she said she was going to get better and I believed her At her burial I kept screaming at the casket "You liar, you promised" And "Please don't let them take you away from me Denise" 'Old people are wise' so I asked my Grandma what it felt like to die She glanced at me with pity and I could see the tears in her eyes She said "Alive, You are loved as a person and when you die, as a memory" I didn't understand her but now the image she was painting is getting less blurry " Dear Denise , ever since you left, you took a piece of me with you I'm no more strong like I used to be, I can't even bear to say adieu Grandma said you are gone forever and I keep hoping