Last year, my beautiful sister, Elizabeth passed away. Tragically, she died from chocking on a piece of steak while in a crowded pub, on a Friday night; apparently, nobody saw her, or wanted to get involved. It’s her birthday this week, and instead of wishing her well, I am still, along with my mother, and family, grieving her.
My sister, beautiful at birth, was born into a loving family, and given many opportunities, but, in her twenties, she chose to experiment with illegal drugs. As the years passed, Elizabeth turned to alcohol, and when that wasn’t affordable, she would go to any G.P (Doctor), and get a cocktail of pharmaceuticals prescriptions, which she would become dependent upon for most of her life. It is too easy to obtain drugs in Australia.
We shed so many tears throughout the years, as our family tried to help her, but it was to no avail. My sister was determined that “nobody would tell her what to do”, she always said she “led her life, her way!” God, I hated when she said that! Addiction is so powerful, that even the strong bond and love that she felt for her son couldn’t make her break her bad habits. Although my sister didn’t die from a drug or alcohol overdose, they were contributing factors to why she died. Now, a 14 year-old boy, (the spitting image of his beautiful mum) her son has to grow up without the love of his mum.
It wasn’t always like that; my sister and I had a fantastic, close, childhood growing up. Our parents divorced, which I guess was upsetting, but I have no memory of that time. My sister chose to live with our dad, and I with my much loved, grandparents. Most of our weekends and holidays were spent at mums, riding our beloved horses. We were loved, and those times, riding our horses together were our happiest days, and now they have become my precious memories of our time together.
I sometimes think why did my sister become an addict and not me? I guess it all comes down to the choices one makes. Early in my life I made the choice that I would look after my body, and I continue to. Today, I am ageing well, I feel good, and I like the way that I look, I value my health every day. I love my sister, but she didn’t value her body or health, nor did she want help with her addictions, and this drove me insane about her. Why is it that the ones closet to you don’t listen? Throughout my years as a P.T I have helped change peoples’ lives for the better, and I continue to do so. Yet, I never gave up hope that one day my sister would want help, would want to change, and I am sad that now that one wish I had is gone.
I would like to say this to my readers; it’s never too late to change your life, and feel good again; I have seen it happen many times. You have to be strong enough to want to, and seek the support of friends, family or professionals. For me, that hope is now lost, as I will never see my sister again, all that I have are the memories that I keep in my heart, where there she lives forever.
Happy Birthday Elizabeth.
Dedication in my Keep Life Simple Book reads:
“To my beautiful sister, who now lives in the clouds above us, where one day we will dance, once again together” R.I .P
Elizabeth modelling in Qld
Elizabeth with my pony Kynan and Dog
Me and my sister Elizabeth
Psychologists: Gold Coast
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