About a year ago I came on here to ask for advice about my sister. She was overweight and at that point had just tipped into the morbidly obese bracket. I was really worried about her weight gain and her health, not least with the increased risk due to Covid.
I was told to mind my own business, that her weight was her own problem, that if she was happy with her size then I shouldn't interfere.
Anyway. She died three weeks ago, cause of death being morbid obesity. I'm broken. I loved her so much and the pain of missing her is indescribable. I could and should have done more to save her.
I guess we never really understood that morbid obesity meant just that - increased risk of death. I didn't think her weight would kill her. But it did.
How do I get through this, knowing their was more I could and should have done?