It's rather hard to say, for me. I don't really know, I suppose if I had to say, it would be split between Frodo and Sam. Odd I know, but I have my reasons.
Such as being the one pillar of strenght my family had when my sister was killed a car crash, though I grived, HARD. She was the one person that knew me best.
And it's hard thing to think about. We'd had this awful argument the week before on the phone and were still fuming when it happened. She was killed by a truck driver, who had been doing drugs. Hit head on.
For a long time, I didn't want to go on, but well, forced myself to keep going. Even though I knew it could and would never be the same again. But here I am, still going, and making something of myself. I know she'd be proud, as I was proud of her. What I'm trying to say is, it's easy to give up, to throw everything away and quit, but it's harder to go on, but in the end, you'll make it.
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