It’s been two months since my little sister Ruth Anne was killed by a drunk driver while on her way to work. I’m heartbroken, I’m confused, and I’m angry. Two of the most important people in my life have died less than 3 months apart, and here I am trying to grieve something that doesn’t feel real and stuck in a constant state of denial. Ruthie is my only full sibling, the one person on this earth that shares the same exact dna as I do. I feel like a part of me has died. My best friend, my little sister, and keeper of my favorite childhood memories. It was always you and I. All you wanted in life was to be a mom. You spent your life taking care of babies and surrounding yourself with babies because you were truly the “baby whisperer.” When you died you were seven months pregnant. You were so close and I was so excited for you. We all were. When dad died, I remember you really wanted to go see the sunset. The next day, dad sent us the most beautiful sunset. When you died I kept asking you for a sunset. And day after day it wasn’t happening. I was waiting for some kind of sign. The night of your celebration of life, you sent me one of the best sunsets I’ve ever seen. I ran into a field to get a better view and one by one everyone trickled in behind me to see it. You are so loved. Life isn’t fair and I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’m so proud of everything you accomplished during your short time on Earth. I love you so much 🕊️💞