I don't know where to begin. My sister Anna was a very loving person. She would help anyone, even if she didn't have the money to help you. She would offer you a home, food and treat you like a king or queen.
My sister had a very sad life. She got married at the age of 19 years old, and then she had three kids. Her husband died at the age of 33 in a car accident. My sister was devastated. She was a widow at the age of 31 with three kids. Although it was tough, she was able to keep her family by taking things one day at time.
She was finally able to move on. She met someone who made her laugh. They decided to live together. He didn't have any kids and he wanted to have a son. Later, she decided to have more children and had two kids with him. Then he committed suicide. Again, my sister was left alone but this time with 5 kids.
My sister then turned to Rx drugs to relieve the pain. My sister was scared of death. Towards the end of her life, she was not doing so well. She was drinking quite often and she was always taking pills to relieve her back pain.
Her last day on earth was May 25, 2004. She was out of pain medication and my cousin gave her methadone. My sister was not used to taking this kind of medication. She died the next day caused by "accidental overdoes of methadone". My niece at the time was only 9 years old when she found her mother lying on her bed when she came home from school.