(Not a complete list)
In her bag we found:
An empty planner.
A half a pack of Camel cigarettes.
A notebook full of song lyrics she’d written herself.
A bus pass.
A Starbucks gift card with a balance of $1.03.
A pair of headphones.
Two pairs of ear buds.
Gucci sunglasses.
Several notices to appear in court.
Outside of her belongings:
A funeral bill.
Another case for detectives.
A futon and mattress stained with death.
Us.
A legacy of beauty, harmony, love and music.
What She Took With Her:
The hope of a sober relationship with my sister.
The person I grew up with- and the person I was, when with her.
That laugh.
That enthusiasm.
That voice.
Striving For Sanity 