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Trent Hartley - Doctor / Head of Blood Bank 5
As long as there was me, there was you. And when mom and dad split, I almost felt more like a mother than a sister to you sometimes. I still remember one summer day you came home crying because the neighbor kid's dad yelled. And though you probably deserved it, I immediately took to stomping my little 6 year old self next door to reprimand them with a very sternly wagging finger. We were all we had, you and me kid. Even when we got older and you weren't around much, you were always just a phone call away. If I called you upset or in trouble, you would show up on my porch with a six pack and a rope asking me who you had to hang. You were more than my brother, you were my best friend. And now you're gone. I don't have words, and I'm so angry but I'm still so confused that I don't even know where to direct it. You let the devil in, what am I supposed to do now Dom? I suppose I'll carry on in your place. What are big sisters for?
Any time I catch the scent of oil paint I have to smile, because it reminds me of you. I don't really remember it well but mom told me stories about how I seemed to be on a mission to stop you from ever finishing a painting when I was a kid. I'd toddle about dipping my tiny little fingers into the brightly colored dollops and racing your protective hands in an attempt to shove them in my mouth. But you were so gentle and patient, setting me down with a long sheet of butcher paper and finger paints so that I could be just like you. That's all I ever wanted.
Though they were scarce, I do remember the good times, sitting in your study and watching you tinker with the instruments you so deftly crafted by hand. You never seemed happier than when you plucked at a string and it sounded with the rich echo you sought after. I still have the guitar you made me, it's really all I have left of the pleasant memories. I'm fairly certain most of my inborn traits came from you. Mama was always the creative but I think I got my quiet diligence and sensitive soul from you, not to mention the melancholia. Thanks a lot for that, Papa...I wish I could say we were better off without you, but I'll never know if that's actually true. You did this to us.
I remember quite vividly how full of life you were before he left. Our home was warmed by your smile and left so utterly empty when your light flickered out. I know you loved him, Mama, but we needed you too. I'll always admire you for soldiering on even though your heart was broken, but your silence did more damage than you'll ever know, Mama.