Below are some of the journal entries that I sent to my psychiatrist about a month ago. I know I promised that this blog would be about 2017, not 2016, but I really felt like I needed to share them with you all and her mom said it would be ok. That maybe talking about it would help us all heal. My hope is that by reading these emails, Haley’s story will make more sense to you, once I can find the strength to finally finish it.
Written Thursday, December 15, 2016
She will die tonight. Her angel mother and her heartbroken fiancé are with her in her hospital room in San Francisco. There are tubes and tape and machines beeping everywhere. Everything in the room is sterile white, even her skin. I picture her laying there, with her beautiful, flowing strawberry blonde hair, angel kissed cheeks, and emerald green toes. She looks more like a mermaid in this moment than ever before. She is at peace. Her big brothers are in the air, rushing to get there before her life is over. Always there by her side, even in death. I’m sure that her father is in Heaven watching over them all, thanking God that he went first. Knowing that he could not have survived in this world without her. How do I look my boys in the eyes and give them news that will change their lives forever? They were their aunties world. Dylan took the bus home to her almost every day. She and Mel are only 6 years apart in age, so they are more brother and sister, than auntie and nephew. I guess in that way, we are both losing our sister tonight. My little, his big. I’ve never dealt with something like this. Well, something so close to home. This feels like too big a test for where I’m at. In this moment, I do not want to be mindful. In this moment I want to curl up in a ball and check back out of life.
Tonight my little sister, Haley, will die. How do you die at 25?
Written Sunday, December, 18, 2016
She is gone. No more wondering. No more waiting. She is gone. My guard is back up. I don’t think I can feel this one. Again, I do not want to be mindful of this moment. This one could break me.