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This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 2 Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died

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This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 2 Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died

Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died

March 4, 2010 started out like any typical day really. Although I was sick in bed with a 
horrible cold, I was in a good mood. I was lying in bed watching television when I decided to 
call my mom and see how she was doing taking care of my farm on Farmville. 
She said she was on Facebook, and for some reason she was reading peoples statuses, 
something she never does, and was reading them to me. Nothing to exciting really going on. 
Then she came to _______. I’ve known him since I was a kid. My mom read me his status. 
She said “honey…____ status says that Jenny passed away…your sister has died.” 

The sister I had been looking for since January is gone forever. How on earth can this be 
real? I just sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall, waiting for my husband to get 
home to be with me. I started calling and texing my close friends and family members to let 
them know. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to scream. I wanted to do something! I felt 
so cheated! I felt guilt. I was feeling a million different things. I was feeling a loss. I was 
morning the loss of my big sister, whom I would never get to know.

The next few days, I spent hours online trying to find information for her funeral, and 
hopefully a picture of her. When I finally found it, I stared at it for days on end. I would 
Study it, trying to find a trace of me in her. I did was too scared to go to her funeral, scared 
our birth father would be there. But that day, I was in __________, and my husband and I 
sat on the corner by the funeral home, completely by accident. So in a way, I was sort of 
there. I did find out later that our birth father was not there.

In the mean time, I signed an online guest book for Jenny…which brings me to where I am 
today………

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  1. Date: 1/27/2011 3:25:00 PM
    Nice poem but sad you didn't get to know your sister...Jimmy