April 4, 2008, my sister awoke for the last time to a world that had not always treated her with kindness. We were two weeks shy of her 31st birthday, and six weeks shy of a family wedding ... my wedding. April 4 would be the last day I would see her. It would be the last day her six sons would see her. In the wake of what had become a lifetime of tragedies, she left home with a couple bottles of pills, drove to a nearby farm and called her oldest son to give him a consolation goodbye. "I have nothing left to give," she told him. There, alone in the dark, she fell to sleep for the last time.