Only Time Will Heal- Prim watches from heaven as Katniss struggles to move on.
They say that all it takes is time. That with time, even the worst pain will subside and go away. Obviously they have never had to deal with my sister's pain. There really was nothing that could be done to help Katniss get over her loss, nothing at all that could be done to rid her of her painful memories.
I am her loss, I am her painful memories. I want to reach down and hug her. I want to whisper that things will be okay, that I am here, that I am watching over her.
She has to know that I am watching over her. That I am her guardian angel and I will never let any more harm come her way.
At the moment, Katniss is holding a wiggling pink bundle in her arms. She is trying to figure out what to do with it. It is a very funny image actually. My sister hasn't held a baby in years, has never held something so wonderful and magical in her arms.
My niece. She is adorable. Again, I wish that I am still alive, still down there with my family. I want to coo over the infant and tell Katniss how beautiful her daughter is.
Instead, I have to be satisfied with just watching.
Like a television, but instead of those awful shows that the Capitol always put on, I am watching something beautiful. The life of Katniss.
My niece opens her mouth and screws up her face. I want to be the one to stick a binky into her small pink lips. Instead, Peeta does. He's a good father, a good man for my sister.
I want to let Katniss know that I approve of her life. That she has done alright. But I can't.
They go outside and take a walk, Peeta's arm protectively around Katniss's shoulder.
I watch as they show their new daughter her life, her town. I should be down there with them, laughing and singing to the little girl. Instead I am up here looking down. I guess that's better then being down there looking up.
As if she feels something, Katniss looks up. There's an expression on her face, one that I know well. Peeta is pointing something out to their baby, Katniss looks over at the building where the cake place is standing. Peeta's job, he makes wedding cakes for a living. He's quite good. I would totally go to him for my wedding cake. But I'm not getting married.
I briefly wonder how Rory is doing. But I'm not watching him at the moment, I'm watching my new niece.
They take her to the meadow and show her around. Peeta and Katniss are silent as they walk to where my headstone is.
I'm crying with them as Peeta reads it aloud. Katniss can hardly bare to look at it. And I am thankful that my niece is too young to know what the fuss is all about. Too young to understand why her mother is crying.
I know when she is older, she will know all about me, but for now, she is safe in her innocence.
Something happy needs to happen, and I know just the thing. I hope my sister understands.
I watch my sister look up at the sky and see the double rainbow. A small hint of a smile on her pretty face.