How the death of a sibling can SCAR YOU FOREVER
There was nothing wrong with Candy on the day she died, nothing that we could see anyway. We were on holiday in Tunisia, and my little sister, nine years old to my 14, did the same things she’d done every other day of our trip – she floated in the pool wearing pink armbands and neon sunglasses, played with new friends, ate a Nutella pancake. But, all the while, she was harbouring a rare, airborne virus which was multiplying in her veins, attacking silently.
That night, she started coughing. Soon, she was fighting for breath, blood foaming at her lips. My dad held her and my mum came to fetch me from my hotel room next door. But I couldn’t do anything to help – none of us could. I watched in shock and terror as my baby sister slumped lifeless in my howling father’s arms.
Devastating loss
Candy’s death changed my life in so many ways. I remember lying in that hotel bedroom,
