It had been more than a rough patch—this was what she called life dishing out its worst right when she needed it the least. She had called her brother and told him she was coming home to visit, that she just needed to feel normal again, if only for a day or two.
Haunted by fleeing remnants of his dream he awoke nauseous and knew he needed to call his sister. His unanswered calls left a sinking feeling in his stomach, and he knew she was in trouble.
The obituary was a wakeup call to many and the funeral even more so: a sleepy semi driver had stolen their whole world in less than a few minutes and kept driving not realizing that it was a car he hit – not a deer. “I’m sorry for your loss” didn’t cover the brother's grief knowing that he was the last person his sister had confided in.