My little sister past away last week (April 16, 2008) it was a dark and very sad day. I was in the mall shopping when I got the call on my cell phone from my step Dad. His voice was trembling when he said "Christine your sister is dead" I thought I was dreaming, it couldn't be true, it couldn't, she was too young, only 42, HOW, how could this happen? I could hear a voice in the back ground crying out loud, horrible cries, it was my mother, my first thought was I had to get to her. I ran to get to James, crying loudly, covering my mouth trying not to make a scene but still did. We made it over to where my Mom was at Pauline's house my sister, the police were they and the crisis department. My heart felt empty and my stomache felt sick, I could hardly breath, this could not be happening. I ran up and hugged my Mom and we cried and cried. They said she died sometime in her sleep with causes unknown, a police officer gaurds her door so no one gets in and sees her, so it was hard to believe it was true still. We left later that night before they took her body out. The medical examiner performed an autopsy on her and results could take months to get. I love my sister and miss her terribly. I do know that someday we will be united together again and that keeps my head up. I know that she is happy now, she no longer suffers or endures pain, she has found the peace she has been looking for and is with my father and other relatives that have gone before me.