Mom reminded me last night that it was one year ago that Amy first went to the hospital with her headaches. Feb. 23, 2005. I had forgotten it was the 23rd, but I remember the day quite vividly. I was at work at the Journal when I got the call that they were taking her to the hospital. I had to stay there and put the paper together. I remember being frustrated that I was so far away and could do nothing for her.
I was her big brother. I’m supposed to take care of her.
Luckily Matt was able to stand in my sted and did more for her than I probably ever could have.
Little did I know, she would be gone less than a month later.
How time flies and how things change in the blink of an eye.
Memories of Amy
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