I awoke on Sunday morning with 29 missed calls. 19 from my little sisters phone and 10 from numbers I didn’t recognize. I knew something bad had happened and didn’t want to face it. I got up at 5:50 am, fed my cat and dogs, made a pot of coffee and ate a banana. I settled down in my office chair and called my sister’s phone first, thinking that something had happened to one of my brothers or one of her kids. Instead, I got her daughter, my niece, Kayla who had the task of informing me that my sister had died in her sleep anywhere between 2-3 am.
My sister had texted me on Saturday and asked to borrow some money. Her last text to me was “Thanks sis. This should be the last time I need help. Love you.” I replied “Love you too.” Who knew that it really would be the last time she would ever need my help? I’m absolutely heartbroken.
We were mending our relationship due to stupid, idiotic stuff that some siblings go through. We were in the best place ever since we were kids and I moved away. I’m heartbroken for her four kids who have to now go through the grief we went through last year with my Mom: Ashley, Kayla, Danny and Charlie. I’m heartbroken for her grandchildren who she will not get to see grow up: Stacy, Xavier, Halo, Rhea and Athena. I’m heartbroken that she will never get to mend her relationship with my Dad, who loved her with all his heart. We all think we have time to heal wounds; but you never know when your time will come.
I’m heartbroken because things were looking up for her and she was in the happiest time of her life. She had finally found someone who treated her like a queen. She was about to get a settlement for pain and suffering and wanted to buy a house so she wouldn’t have to worry about where she was going live ever again. No more roaming and a safe haven for her and any of her kids / grandchildren who needed her help.
I am happy that she is no longer in pain. I’m happy that she gets to see my Mom, Grandma and all that have gone before us in heaven. I’m still absolutely heartbroken.
RIP Veronica Sue Bryant Lyons Hackney (11/4/1970-10/25/2015) Fly high little sister. You will always be loved and missed. We now have another angel watching over us and I’m still absolutely heartbroken.