My sister, Jackie died yesterday - she's only 43, an alcoholic and from the age of 14 has been anorexic. We never got on as children and certainly not as adults and haven't had contact or spoken to each other for more than 15 years. I knew that she was going to die (the rest of the family have kept me informed as she deteriorated) - the body can only put up with so much after all - but when my brother phoned yesterday and told me I've been much more upset then I ever expected to be by it....
I've no regrets about not 'being friends' with her - things happen throughout life that make you say 'enough is enough' and I made this decision in my early 30's
...but it's such a waste and I won't ever again be able to say I've got a sister...
