My sister Tammy

When I was 10 my parents were divorcing.  At 11, my mom remarried and I inherited a sister, Tammy, and a brother, Eddie.  As the years went by Tammy and I became inseperable.  She had this humor that was effortless and could make you crack a rib with laughter at all times.  She was only older than me by a year or 2. 
About 7 or 8 years ago, she became addicted to heroine.  I made it clear to her that if she was going to be a junkie I was going to shut her out.  You see, I knew with heroine there was no way there would be a good outcome and I was not about to sit around and watch her kill herself.  Her addiction kept her in and out of jail.  She kept her addiction through her pregnancy and because of her addiction, she gave her father and my mother no choice but to raise her son at 2 years old.  She married her junkie partner who never made a home for his family.  She chose to be a junkie.  It was her choice.  I continued to love her.  I hope she now knows how loved she is.  How loved she was. 
She lost her addiction battle in a motel room in August 2010 and her son lost his mother forever.  I lost my sister.  My parents lost their daughter. 
I knew this would happen, even warned my parents about it, but when it actually happened no one was prepared.  How could we be? We couldn't stop her or make her come away from it. 
I have a voicemail message from her saved on my phone that I discovered existed on her birthday, after her death. 
I miss her everyday.

Me, Tammy, Scooter