My Sister and Best Friend
No matter what, she stuck by my side. I grew up with her...I remember we would lay in bed, both terrified of thunderstorms. For a year now, though, I have not been able to sleep with her due to bathroom problems.
Then yesterday, she had her second stroke. I came home from work last night to my parents on the couches saying "we need to talk." I knew as soon as they said it that it was about Libby, where the conversation was going... she was in pain... and thinning.
I've known for a while we needed to do this, but didn't want to admit to it.
We just put her down just a couple of hours ago. I feel so lost and confused. I could always count on her to be there to talk to and not judge me, no matter how dumb I sounded. I miss her very much...
Libby: July 2, 1994 - June 2, 2011