Today is the 4th anniversary of my sister's death.
I got a call from DH on a sunny Friday afternoon as I was picking DCs up from school.
I remember sinking to the ground and my friends gathering round. We made it home somehow.
I remember gathering the DCs round me and just feeling sick.
She made the choice to end her life and planned it meticulously.
I respect her choices, but our family is so lost without her. DCs were 5, 8 and 10. She was a fantastic auntie.
My parents are still so broken. We miss her so much.
I'm at work. The only people who know this date are my family, I didn't want to write an attention seeking FB post, but I know that I can write here anonymously and just say how I feel.