One day, I talked to my sister for the last time. Three days later, I received another "death call." ' If you have never had one, then it makes no sense. If you have it, you will understand that with so many influences, you will become numb to this effect.
"That was an accident." "You need to stop." "We lost Ross." "Susan is dead!" The nearest one is my sister's husband, Paul. He did not have surgery to place the stent. I can't imagine what the children are still experiencing.
The toughest call came from my brother Tim. My little sister Susan died at the age of 44 due to an accident, and it made me fall to the ground - whether it was prayer or powerlessness. These are the phones that change everything forever.
He told me to pull it, but before I said these words, "Susan is dead." I can still see the intersection of Interstate 8. When I realized what he said, I turned to the road. . I sat there for a long time so that the highway patrol stopped and outlined where I should not park. This ticket cost me $51.50, which makes sense. 5150-Cop crazy talk.
Of course, my family has not been so scared for years. When my grandparents passed, they seemed normal and gradually developed symptoms and aging. A grandmother told me repeatedly that she was ready to be with her grandmother.
Those young people from nowhere made everyone stunned. No one knows what to say or do, because the loss is so sudden. Then, the impact begins at the funeral time.
Seeing my parents burying children is the most humble thing I have ever seen. There is no word of comfort, and nothing can alleviate this pain. All you can do is bring your energy, hope it will improve them, even minutes.
Bringing my nephew to his mother's coffin is the hardest thing I have ever done. When his knees bent, I could barely stop him. When my power gave up, I let him sit in the chair. On the right, I saw my mother was shocked. On the left, my father leaned on a piano with a trace of sadness on his face, and I hope I can never see it again.
Where can I get strength? Words disappoint me. Smile is useless. We all left in shock and sorrow until we were able to meet again in better circumstances.
We have lost Susan for six years. It's time to smile again. We have not been hurt by failure. We are fortunate to have her for 44 years. Nothing will replace the loss of my sister. Unless you have experience, you can't understand the closeness.
Sometimes I am an alcoholic and can hardly accept sadness. I sometimes wonder if some wine can alleviate this pain. My allies at AA say it won't. I also want to know if life is painful for some of us. Perhaps the universe has made some of us so sensitive to pain that we must become artists and writers to release it. Crazy waiting for anyone who holds it.
I miss my little sister every day. I miss her laughter. Even if I let her relax, I miss her more than 20 calls a day. I don't know she knows that she doesn't care. I miss our history. Until today, I have not heard her last voicemail.
Susan, I just miss you.
I will see you one day.
Orignal From: God, please answer my call.
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