The Worst Day of My Life!

It’s been 2 years, 4 months, and 6 days since my little sister, Miranda, passed away.  The last year of her life was one of her happiest.  March 2013 our parents got remarried.  That was something we never thought would happen.  In June she was able to have her make a wish granted.  Her wish was to take her nephew (my son) to Disney World. 

In July she turned 21.  This was an incredible feat because the doctors gave her a life expectancy of 1 year.  In August she was hospitalized due to breathing difficulties.  She was recovering as the doctors had hoped when suddenly on August 27, 2013 she had an unexpected allergic reaction to the antibiotic they were administering.  The reaction was so severe that there wasn’t a lot they could do to save her. 

That was absolutely the worst day of my life.  I was leaving the chiropractor when my mom called to say that Miranda was having complications.  The hospital was approximately 30-45 minutes away, but my husband and I rushed to the hospital as quickly as we could.  When I got to the room the curtain was closed, so I didn’t want to disturb them the doctors and nurses I saw inside.  Once several nurses cleared out I walked in and my mom said she was gone.  I remember hearing my mom talking, but I wasn’t listening.  Between my crying and the thoughts that stormed my brain, how could I hear her?  My sister was gone.