Remembering my sister
November 8, 2012
The story begins on June 17, 2011, by far the worst day of my life thus far. This was the day my beloved sister passed away. It was also the day my childhood ceased to exist. This day changed my outlook on life entirely; my sister was an incredible woman, and she lived and breathed to simply see others smile.
I plan to spend the rest of my days living the way I know she would have. My sister was 21 on the day she passed; when she was born, they told my parents that she would not live much past her infancy. She not only proved the doctors and surgeons wrong, but she proved to me that you can never listen to what they say; it is your decision to go on and live.
Right after my sister graduated from high school, she decided to move to South Carolina to live with my aunts and cousins. She barely had any money and had no job there. Needless to say, my parents, as well as myself, were very upset with her. This did not stop her, and over the next four years, my sister lived in South Carolina and Mississippi with friends and family with short stops home from time to time.
Then she returned home for a few months until she had worked enough to pay back my parents, and then, one day – poof – she had gone back to Mississippi. I never would have told anyone or even let it be shown, but I was heartbroken when my sister left, and I was afraid I would never see her again.
Then one day, short on money, she returned home on June 9, 2011. I won’t ever forget the last memories I have of my sister. The last words I said to her were, “Spencer, I love you with all my heart, but you piss me off way too much.” The last text I would ever receive from my sister was one of the most painful things I have ever read – this I will keep to myself. I truly hope my sister knew what she meant to me in her final moments because there are no words or any physical way to express the love I have for her.
She spent every day of her life doing the things she wanted to do, and she never let anyone get her down for more than a moment. She has been and always will be my hero. If by any chance my sister takes a break from watching over our family and stumbles upon this, I hope then she will know how much she will always mean to me.
Tucker R.C. Hawkins