Tia, I will miss you forever.
My sister, Tia, died Sunday, September 12th from a drug overdose. At the age of 22, she was only thirteen months younger than I am, and I am devastated that she is gone. Growing up, Tia was not only my little sister, but my best friend. We were always there for each other, and I could not imagine my childhood without her. We began to take different paths early in life, but we always remained close even when our lifestyles were completely different. Tia had the potential to do and be so much more. I truly always believed in her, and I knew that she would find her way back on another path that would lead her in a better direction - a direction that she deserved. Unfortunately, after a couple months of being clean and doing so well, my sister decided to take a risk that ended a life that should have lasted many more years. I am filled with more anger, pain, and sorrow that I have ever felt in my entire life. I wake up every morning wishing that this was all just a bad dream. This isn't a dream though. This is a reality. A reality that I never imagined being a part of. I can't believe that she is really gone.