My baby sister died in January. She was 22 years old. She died in her sleep after drinking and taking a Zanax at a party. Here it is July and I still can't stop thinking about her and feeling so sad that she never really found her place.
And the guilt. I feel SO guilty! THe last time I spent any time w/ her was when she came out to help me when ds#2 was born last September. She was supposed to come out before he was born so that we had someone to leave ds#1 w/. I kept calling and saying this baby's coming early, I need her here NOW. And my dad kept saying, oh women always say the baby's coming early and it never does, and wouldn't let her come out early. So Jake was born 2 weeks early and we had to call one of dh's co-workers to come stay w/ Damien the night Jake was born. Anyway, she got here when Jake was 2 days old and stayed a little over a week. The first week, she was wonderful. She vacuumed every day (I think out of boredom) and dusted, etc, while Damien was at preschool and then when he got home, I only saw them when they were hungry. She took him for walks, to the sandbox (the volleyball court in our apartment complex), had him ride his bigwheel in the tennis courts (big safe place, unlike the street--that was her idea). And then after she'd been here for a week, she drank half a bottle of my wine (we're Jewish and have wine every Friday for Shabbat) and went out partying w/ the maintenance supervisor. I was floored and SO mad at her! Not because she did it, but because she didn't tell me she was going anywhere. She just disappeared. And it was the one night in the time she was there that my dh had to work late and I was left all alone w/ the 2 kids at bedtime (which is not usually a good time for my 4 year old!). I was so mad, I barely spoke to her the rest of the time she was here, including her birthday. She celebrated her last birthday at my house and I didn't even give her a card, a cupcake. Nothing. I told her happy birthday, but I was kind of grudging about it. I still feel so bad about that. I saw her at New Year's at my parents' house, but I barely spoke to her. I just gave her some CD's she'd left at our place and some of my perfume that she'd borrowed and liked while she was here, but I never wear. I was tired and she didn't visit long. And she was dead 2 weeks later. We drove back to IN (from PA) and 5 days later got a call from my dad. He couldn't even say the words. He jsut said he had really bad news and completely broke down. I asked if it was pap (my grandfather's had several heart attacks), and he said no, Theresa. He was so broken up, I told him I'd call my older sister. And did the same thing. Said I had horrible news and couldn't get the rest out. We were all together that week after she died. My 2 brothers and 1 sister, parents, grandparents. I just still think about her so much. She was so young. Will I ever get over this? I know I'll never forget her. But I just think about her so much and it makes me so sad. Thanks for listening.
And the guilt. I feel SO guilty! THe last time I spent any time w/ her was when she came out to help me when ds#2 was born last September. She was supposed to come out before he was born so that we had someone to leave ds#1 w/. I kept calling and saying this baby's coming early, I need her here NOW. And my dad kept saying, oh women always say the baby's coming early and it never does, and wouldn't let her come out early. So Jake was born 2 weeks early and we had to call one of dh's co-workers to come stay w/ Damien the night Jake was born. Anyway, she got here when Jake was 2 days old and stayed a little over a week. The first week, she was wonderful. She vacuumed every day (I think out of boredom) and dusted, etc, while Damien was at preschool and then when he got home, I only saw them when they were hungry. She took him for walks, to the sandbox (the volleyball court in our apartment complex), had him ride his bigwheel in the tennis courts (big safe place, unlike the street--that was her idea). And then after she'd been here for a week, she drank half a bottle of my wine (we're Jewish and have wine every Friday for Shabbat) and went out partying w/ the maintenance supervisor. I was floored and SO mad at her! Not because she did it, but because she didn't tell me she was going anywhere. She just disappeared. And it was the one night in the time she was there that my dh had to work late and I was left all alone w/ the 2 kids at bedtime (which is not usually a good time for my 4 year old!). I was so mad, I barely spoke to her the rest of the time she was here, including her birthday. She celebrated her last birthday at my house and I didn't even give her a card, a cupcake. Nothing. I told her happy birthday, but I was kind of grudging about it. I still feel so bad about that. I saw her at New Year's at my parents' house, but I barely spoke to her. I just gave her some CD's she'd left at our place and some of my perfume that she'd borrowed and liked while she was here, but I never wear. I was tired and she didn't visit long. And she was dead 2 weeks later. We drove back to IN (from PA) and 5 days later got a call from my dad. He couldn't even say the words. He jsut said he had really bad news and completely broke down. I asked if it was pap (my grandfather's had several heart attacks), and he said no, Theresa. He was so broken up, I told him I'd call my older sister. And did the same thing. Said I had horrible news and couldn't get the rest out. We were all together that week after she died. My 2 brothers and 1 sister, parents, grandparents. I just still think about her so much. She was so young. Will I ever get over this? I know I'll never forget her. But I just think about her so much and it makes me so sad. Thanks for listening.






I'm so very, very sorry you lost your sister.


