On January 19, a month before my birthday. I struggled with going to sleep more than usual and felt more anxious than usual. I had just been telling my best friend how much I loved my sister, she was my best friend, and I couldn’t wait to see her that weekend. Finally I fell asleep around 5 and woke up at 8. I live at home to help take care of my dad, and around 10:30 my mom came rushing home with the Chaplain behind her. Then he told us. My sister had passed suddenly in her sleep. It hasn’t felt real. I haven’t cried yet and I miss her so much.