I miss talking talking to my sister, I once was an addict too and understood her pain. I miss her kind heart and beautiful smile. I miss everything, there are no more chances of what could have been. She felt hopeless at 29 if she could have just reached some sobriety and seen the worth she had. What a beautiful life she could have had. I feel robbed of my best friend, lost in world that seems so cold with out her. Her beauty was only out shined by her gorgeous heart. It doesn’t make sense to me. She overdosed and was tossed on the side of the road like trash. Well that’s the story we get. And there is really no crime in tossing a body on the road no accountability. Im left with anger, regret, loneliness and so many questions. She was so loved by so many people, but always seeking love in people and things that didn’t love her.