At 37 years old, I never thought I would have to bury my younger sister. I've been through what I thought were difficult times, school, break-ups, job loss, head-on collision, and post-traumatic stress but nothing comes close to the pain I feel in my heart and mind over seeing my sister on machines to keep her alive, in a casket, and lowering a casket with her body into the ground. Above all, the helplessness of seeing my parents and her young son weep in despair.
There was a comfort and dependence level, I had with my sister...I didn't have with anyone. There is a bond, that is totally missing from my life. Granted she is at total peace, no longer in physical or emotional pain from her battle with Lupus. It doesn't do justice to the aching I feel inside!!