The Sad Reality Of Life

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The sad reality of life is that we start dying the moment we are born. Some die in utero and never see the world. Some live to be 90 and achieve their wildest dreams. Could you imagine taking your own life? During your last minutes of life, you 're alone and scared. Regardless of our life 's results, we must all take that march to a cold plot of dirt alone. Would you wish be to do anything different? Would you take back your last action? Its easy to say you would do things different, but the last seconds of life are to late to wonder. I think that our thoughts before passing are our questions to ourselves like what will my famly do with out me, or will they be ok once I’m gone?
I often ask myself, was my sister scared? Was she in pain? Was she possibly trying to call for help but couldn’t? What was her last minute on earth like? I can’t answer any of the questions I had, but the research facts on how she died express that she couldn’t have been in much pain. During an overdose, you stop breathing slowly, but you 're already in a state of euphoria, so it doesn’t hurt like you think it would. You pass out from lack of oxygen due to respitrory distress, and you just don’t ever start breathing again. My sister-in-law, Stephanie, died of an overdose. I always told her the needle would kill her, but she told me she knew what she was doing. She claimed that she would be fine. She promised me that she was in recovery and wasn’t using. She promised me that she was clean for herself and for her niece. They say never trust an addict, but I did. I trusted her with all I had, and everything I was.
It was the first of November, 2014, my in-laws had gathered to celebrate a family birthday, but the only person that wasn’t present was Stephani...

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...the first day.” Steph and I bonded early in our friendship. I was the new girlfriend to her brother, and she was the potential sister from which I was trying to gain acceptance. I remember the first time I ever stepped up for her. She went to a party the previous night, lost her car, and broke her phone. Wanting to help my future sister-in-law, I fronted her the money to get it replaced before her mom found out that she had been drinking all night. Neither one of her friends were of age. I recall her and I being in the car on the way to Verizon, and her thanking me- telling me I was the coolest girl her brother had ever brought home. Actually, the said the only one, but she said she was sure I would have been the coolest. That girl always had a way of raising my self esteem to soaring heights. She had a shine about her that I’ve never seen in another person to date.

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