Post by: AngelOfThyNight on November 18, 2018, 11:39:52 AM
Time is behaving strangely these days. I'm told that is one of the side effects of grief -- days muddled by sadness and pierced by moments so unbearable they bring me literally to my knees, general confusion over what time it is, when to eat or sleep. But I'm always aware of how long it has been since my sister, Madelyn Ellen Linsenmeir, died. As I write this, I've lived 39 days in a world that doesn't include the beautiful girl who wanted to star in Broadway musicals and had a voice that made you believe it was possible. I know it's been nearly a month since the obituary I wrote for her was read and shared by people around the world. It was 14 years ago that my sister took a pill at a party and loved the way it made her feel, and 12 years since she started injecting heroin to satisfy the addiction that blossomed from that one pill.
Source: My sister wanted to be on Broadway. Now I'm grieving her death (http://rss.cnn.com/~r/rss/cnn_topstories/~3/yEXQ-qJmlH0/index.html)