It was a really cold day in february and mom had me and Nina home to go up to take you to the hospital.  I knew the second she said that. I should have gone. With her. “I’ll be less than hour” she said and she was gone. Well that hour passed and she wasn’t home and then she wasn’t home, then a few more hours passed and she still wasn’t home. Then 4:30 rolled around, the normal time that my dad comes home from work. He didn’t show. My toys had long been pushed to side; Nina bristly unawhere  to what is happening. I couldn’t let her see my panic. She was so small and Id hate to hurt. Two more hours passed and finally two cars pulled into the driveway; I heard the gravel under to tires; my parents. No words were spoken. My dad walked up and handed me a little black box. A box with your gold heart necklace. I felt it in my hands – iit had long gone cold. No emotions, no feelings, Nothing. I knew you were gone then. My favorite person gone and the worst part is…

I didn’t get to say goodbye.