A poem for Tristan, from his big sister Abbie.

One Last Goodbye
Death is an emotional thing-
Blood everywhere
Bathroom,
Kitchen,
Bedroom floor,
Mom’s passed out in the bathroom
Nothing to do but stare
Dad’s in Tennessee
He is rushing home
Grandma’s on vacation
She won’t answer the phone
Mom finally gets taken in an ambulance
We stayed with Uncle Paul
We couldn’t go to sleep, knowing something was seriously wrong
At the crack of dawn the phone rang
It was mom, high on medicine
She had bad news
The baby was sick
We went to school with worry
We were “reassured” in a hurry
After school we went to visit,
Mom, dad, and Tristan
Dad greeted us with bloodshot eyes…what was wrong?
Mom was too exhausted to talk to us-Why was she crying?
I could sense the sadness in the air…why?
Everyone cleared the room
Only a few remained
Tristan was sick…Not any hope…Death would be the path
We sat and cried until the tears couldn’t roll
I held the poor baby in my arms
Seizures he was having-Did I hurt him?
We sat and cried until tears couldn’t roll
We knew we had to let him go
God wanted him right now
We had to stay strong
But why him, since when did he become sick…he was so perfect
Maybe that’s why god wanted him but why my brother?
Goodbye Tristan! With love, Abbie