Tag: daughter

Ang,

I could write for hours, I’ll attempt to keep my note today simple & to the point. I miss you. We hurt. I hurt. My pain is unbearable, but I mask it pretty well. I cry for you every single day. You should be here. Your ugly disease shouldn’t have lead you down the path of self destruction. You suffered. Your kids suffered. Mom suffered. Tom suffered. I suffered. My girls suffered. Our family suffered. Your friends suffered. Acquaintances suffered. I carry the hurt that you felt, the pain that you had – emotionally, mentally and physically. Oh, how I wish I could have taken that away from my baby sister. That’s what we do as big sisters, huh? But I couldn’t.