I would like to tell you the story of my sister's death. On December 14, 1994, I was here at college (UNC-Wilmington) when I got a call from the front desk downstairs and I was asked to come down. My cousin Deborah was downstairs along with my sister Iris' boyfriend, Sam. I knew immediately that something was wrong, but I did not know what. When I got into the car with them, my cousin told me that my sister, Kay had died suddenly and they were taking me to the hospital. When I got there I asked for my mother and Kay's boyfriend, Wade. Wade got to me first and he held me as I cried and screamed. Five days later, two days before my birthday and six days before Christmas, my sister was buried. She was 29 years old and she died because she had a great deal of fluid in her lungs. Kay had been to the doctor and was being treated for bronchitis. She was using asthma inhalers to help with her breathing. On that Wednesday, her prescription inhalers ran out and she asked Wade to go get her some Primatene. When he returned, she was already dead. That was over a year ago and I am still not over my sister's death. I miss her so much and I truly regret that I never told her that I loved her. Kay was so funny and there was never a moment to be serious around her, so we didn't talk about our feelings much. I don't know what to do, it has been such a long time and I should be getting better, but there are so many complications that I don't know if I will ever get over her death.
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