The next two weeks passed by in a blur. Tristan came home, but still wouldn’t sleep in his room. He and Jaxson had gotten so close. They were best friends, brothers. This was hurting him just as much as it hurt us. Jonah had been in touch with his mother. She couldn’t offer much help. His father had passed before he and I had gotten together. He died of complications with his diabetes. His older sister, Myrtle, passed the year before. She was extremely overweight and had bad asthma.
One day, she had an asthma attack. She managed to call paramedics, but by the time they arrived she had fallen into a coma. The doctors ran all types of test, but the prognosis wasn’t good. She was braindead, with almost no chance of survival. Their mother made the tough choice of taking her off of life suppo
