I want to start by telling my story. My sis, Teresa, died on July 11, 2010. She was 41 years old. She died of complications of a disease called Polymyositis (its a disease whereas it affects your major muscles that causes them to be weak and in time possibly losing function of that muscle = hips, legs, lungs, arms,etc.). Teresa meant the world to me. As her disease progressed, and her body weakened, she became my life. From the moment I opened my eyes til I went to bed at night, I thought of her. And pretty much still do. With me being a nurse, I wanted to fix her. But, it seemed as every treatment we tried, it would work for awhile, then something else would fail. Don't get me wrong, besides me being there for some of her decision making, she had a husband, Michael. He gives a whole new meaning to the word, husband. Michael was there for her every sec of the day at her side. Even through her long months of hospital stays. He was right there for her! I thank God everyday that she was always surrounded with love like that. Today, Nov.18th, they would of been married 17years.
Teresa was the oldest out of us 4 sisters. And theres 2 older brothers too. Growing up, as our mom worked 2 jobs, Teresa was in charge of the girls. She did a good job too. Teresa was always nice when it came to me. (I guess since I'm the baby of the family.) I don't really recall her spanking me or even getting mad at me not once. I always knew when she meant business though. All of her friends proclaimed her as the quiet one. The one you can go to when you needed anything. And that was so true. Teresa never had children of her own. She always said that her nieces and nephews made up for that. Especially since at the end of the day you can give the kids back! LOL But, somewhere, deep down inside of her I truly believe that Teresa always felt responsible for me. Like I was her child. Even during her darkest hours, she looked for me. She always knew that I would be by to see her or call her everyday. Either way, calls to one another were a couple times a day anyway. Teresa always would say to me as I would walk in," I knew you were coming". And I would no matter if it was a couple mins a day or what, I had to see her. Not, distrusting her care, but just to see those eyes happy to see ME!!
I have so much to say about the love I have for my sister. Even being there for her like I was, I have regrets too. But, I wanted to share with the world the person that helped keep my life in order. The person that at her funeral, I was speechless. The person that the world should have known. I invite you as my friend to share your stories too of your loved ones. Post as many times as you want. Nothing here is too big or too small to share. Let the world know that your loved one was special to you. Will you share?
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