Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of my young sister’s death. She too died under suspicious circumstances by her husband who BTW is in the Guinness Book of records. The pain and emptiness of her passing is not a void that will be ever be whole again.
Unlike the tragedy of Reeva Steenkamp, who’s untimely death was instant, my sister suffered an incredibly painful death over a period of nine weeks. Visiting her in ICU every day, experiencing the rollercoaster of her good days and her bad days was crippling.
She was admitted with a subarachnoid haemorrhage, extreme brain swelling and multiple aneurysms. Her son was not allowed into ICU as he was 7 years old at the time, so he waited in the hall being incredibly brave every day.
I watched my sister be brave, scared, sad, disillusioned, helpless, angry, witty and in denial, whilst all I could do was be there for her. It is incredibly difficult to watch someone fight for survival when that outcome is not a reality. It is important to give her life meaning, which is what makes me human and mortal.