My Sister, My Friend, My Mentor
My Sister, My Friend, and My Mentor
Every January brings a horrendous memory for my family and myself. January being the month, in which my sister passed away, unexpectedly taken from our lives leaving behind the heart broken, chaotic, and depressed husband, parents, and family members. No to mention, the care, love, and tenderness that this new born child would be in desperate need of, where would one begin to manage such a tragedy, to pick up the pieces left and go on to love and care again.
Years have passed, my teenage years, even up until present, as an adult, the past seems to creep up from deep inside my soul to the surface on every January and the reflection of that memory makes my heart ache. The questions of why run through my mind every day, even though it has been over 30 years since my sister has passed away.
Denise one of my siblings of two sisters and one brother, which made up our family with our mother and father. Denise was happy person with so much to live for; she was only 18 and just graduating from high school, she delivered her first and only child, and then the unforeseen happened, she died. Denise had a way about herself, she held her own key to happiness, and then it passed when she did.
Neistat 2
Firstly, Denise was my sister, my friend, and my mentor was always full of fun and life. Denise being the person she was enjoyed going to high school soccer games and social events. The games we both attended, I could see the intense plays in her eyes as she watched with enjoyment and love of the game of soccer. She was my older sister; therefore, stuck with me tagging along, I on the other hand, wanted to hang out with her because I looked up to her as my older sister. On occasions, when she took me with her, I could sense the tensed awkward position she felt she was in but I loved to be with her.
Denise met her true love early in life; someone she had went to school with from kindergarten through high school. Dan was his name,
Every January brings a horrendous memory for my family and myself. January being the month, in which my sister passed away, unexpectedly taken from our lives leaving behind the heart broken, chaotic, and depressed husband, parents, and family members. No to mention, the care, love, and tenderness that this new born child would be in desperate need of, where would one begin to manage such a tragedy, to pick up the pieces left and go on to love and care again.
Years have passed, my teenage years, even up until present, as an adult, the past seems to creep up from deep inside my soul to the surface on every January and the reflection of that memory makes my heart ache. The questions of why run through my mind every day, even though it has been over 30 years since my sister has passed away.
Denise one of my siblings of two sisters and one brother, which made up our family with our mother and father. Denise was happy person with so much to live for; she was only 18 and just graduating from high school, she delivered her first and only child, and then the unforeseen happened, she died. Denise had a way about herself, she held her own key to happiness, and then it passed when she did.
Neistat 2
Firstly, Denise was my sister, my friend, and my mentor was always full of fun and life. Denise being the person she was enjoyed going to high school soccer games and social events. The games we both attended, I could see the intense plays in her eyes as she watched with enjoyment and love of the game of soccer. She was my older sister; therefore, stuck with me tagging along, I on the other hand, wanted to hang out with her because I looked up to her as my older sister. On occasions, when she took me with her, I could sense the tensed awkward position she felt she was in but I loved to be with her.
Denise met her true love early in life; someone she had went to school with from kindergarten through high school. Dan was his name,