28 years ago today...
Let me preface this blog: It is about child loss. It may trigger you and make you sad. That isn't what my intention is, but today is the 28th anniversary of the death of my sister and I have caught some feels that have never hit me this hard before. Feels that have unearthed emotions that I have been suppressing. So, there's your warning. This blog is not light-hearted. Right now I am writing with a heavy heart and tears blurring my vision as I remember not just my sister, but also the 4 out of 5 pregnancies that ended too soon. Whenever I am asked how many siblings I have, I always answer that I am the eldest of 9 children - 5 sisters and 3 brothers. I never really break it down to "I have 5 siblings with the same mom but different father. I have 1 sibling who shares both mother and father with me. I have 1 sibling who has the same dad. I have 2 siblings who share no blood ties to me but are a part of my mother's 3rd marriage. Oh, and one of my sisters that shares a