26/05/2025
I always had a feeling that you weren’t going to be around long. I just didn’t expect for it to end the way it did. I forgot to say good night the night before Memorial Day 2000 and I don’t know why. It was routine for me to go into your room before bed where I always knew you would be asleep. I would lean over, kiss your cheek and tell you that I loved you.
Instead I just went straight to bed, woke up in the middle of the night and heard you and dad talking- but no idea what you were saying. Then went to sleep again not knowing my life would never be the same. I was awoken by my sister around 11am… with worry in her voice, “mom’s not home yet”. I knew as soon as she said that, that you were gone. It was supposed to be a quick errand and here it was, 4 hours later. I am glad I was asleep.
Memorial Day of the year 2000, at the end of my freshman year of high school. The cops came to our door and let us know you were dead. Your body was found at the bottom of a parking deck. An apparent su***de.
I knew you had been acting depressed. Anyone would have. You had been in Virginia two months prior testifying in front of the FDA and the next month we were in Las Vegas on the news. In between that time you found out the FDA panel had been instructed not to listen to the women’s testimonies about their experiences with breast implants. The more that have come to learn the past few years, I just don’t know. I do know I will never get the complete answer.