Grief has always been a part of my life when my grandfather (dad's dad) died when I was maybe 8 or 9 but even that could not prepare me for the death of my sister.

As a child, we are sometime naive to how the world works and we often think we are invincible. You never grow up thinking that your sibling will die. At least not until you're old and grey.

She taught a private cheerleading camp that I went with to keep her company but unfortunately on the drive back we both feel asleep.

She died and I survived.

I was 16 and Taylor was 2.