My Beautiful Brittany 1989-2013
I was at work and got a phone call from the police department telling me I had to come home immediately. I knew my mom and youngest sister were out of town, so I figured my little sister Brittany had just gotten into some trouble like she normally was. I called my mom to find out if she knew what was going on and that was the most horrendous call of my life.... My mom just kept screaming "Brittany's dead!! Brittany's dead!!". I dropped my phone, I ran to my car. When I grabbed my phone again, someone was on the line still telling me "I'm with her. Everything is ok" I thought he meant he was with my sister and she was ok. So I drove home and when I got there, police were swarming the house. They wouldn't let me inside, but I looked inside and saw my mom crying. At that moment I knew I had misunderstood. My beautiful 23 year old sister was lying dead and cold in her bedroom and my poor mother had found her. My mom was hysterical and she couldn't comprehend what was happening. Unfortunately, I was all too clear headed and i became responsible for taking my mom to the police station so that the police could begin their investigation. I also became responsible for telling my father, my aunt and my youngest sister what happened. My poor little Heather. They were Irish twins, they were best friends. When she finally arrived at the station and I told her the news, she couldn't accept it.
We were the "sisterhood". Three best friends all three years apart. Always having so much fun and always laughing together. Brittany was my mom's "mini me". She looked just like her. We were as close as four girls could be. I'm 26, Brittany would have been 23 right now, Heathrr just turned 23. All of our birthdays are in a row. We lost Brittany on Father's Fay, June 16th 2013. The following day was my mom's 50th birthday. One week later was my golden birthday. Heather's is one week after that.
Our birthdays were always such a big deal, but my sister passed in her sleep just before what was normally a time of celebration each year for us. She used to wake up early in the morning, decorate the house and make breakfast for the birthday girl. She was so sweet. And so funny. Loud and silly. And gorgeous. She was a beautiful blonde bubble of pink and sparkles. We made her wake/funeral pink themed. Even her casket is pink.
I still can't believe my cute little sissy is gone. I'll never come home to her running excitedly down the stairs to hug me. Heather and I will have to try to keep a two person "sisterhood" going. I'll have to watch my poor mommy cry for God knows how long. The past three weeks have been a nightmare. One ill just have to get used to.
I miss you so much little one. I hope you found the peace and happiness you so desperately sought here on Earth. I hope you passed painlessly in your sleep the way it looked like you did. It sucks not knowing what happened to you and I hope you can forgive your family for letting you die all alone. I hope you know how much we love you.