5 years Of missing Rebecca
5 years ago, I crumpled on the sidewalk of Cordova and Dunlevy streets in vancouver, as my dad was speechless on the phone as he called me to say my sister had died. Grief changes, but I learn that it will never likely leave. Today, as I do every year, Rebecca was high in my thoughts. Every year, I don't know what I will do to remember this day. I didn't do much today. However, I know what I am going to do.. A few years ago, we participated in a public inquiry into her death. You can watch a clip here: https://globalnews.ca/news/2072798/i-dont-want-other-people-to-die-inquiry-begins-into-alberta-hospital-drug-death/ As a result of that inquiry, we have a binder of pages filled with Alberta hospital policies, nursing notes, vital signs, and hand written memories of my sister. It is filled with the "evidence" of my sisters final months with us. Months filled with hard times. I've often wondered what I would do with this binder... ...