I have two sisters and a brother. Well, half anyway. They have a different father than me. My mom divorced their dad a few years before she met mine. They are much older than me, my closest sister is 18 years older than me. I have 13 nieces and nephews, two of which are older than me. I mostly just think of it as having 13 more siblings.
One of my favorite people in the world was my sister's late husband, Donny.
Donny had always had health issues, but never let on that he wasn't feeling well. I remember him letting us shoot him in the leg with his insulin. He never even winced. We thought he was invincible until one night, a few months after our trip to Texas, we received a phone call at 4:00 AM. It was my sister telling us that Donny had passed away during the night. She said that he had had pneumonia and had been very ill for the past few days. She had decided to wait until the next morning to take him to the ER if he wasn't better, and woke up to find him not breathing. What had actually happened was that while he was sleeping he lost consciousness and threw up, he wasn't awake to sit up so it stayed in his mouth and eventually suffocated him. Apologies if this is graphic, but it's true. My sister tried to give him CPR but there was nothing left to be done. My nephews, ages 11, 4, and 2, woke up to see their father carried out in a body bag at age 37.
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