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I am writing this from New York. My aunt Sherry committed suicide on October 6th, 2006. She was 35, and would've been 36 on November 15th. I have been 16 for exactly 1 week.

We got the call on the way out the door for school, but dad was in the bathroom and I was packing my bag, so we didnt pick it up. As we walked out dad played the message. It was our grandpa. "Sherry was found in the fetal position, it doesnt look good, Ronny. Call me back as soon as you get this." My dad called, it hadnt been 5 minutes, and she was dead.

Tyler, 9 1/2 years old, had found her in her room on the floor and cried for grandma, because he was old enough to know something was wrong and she wasnt breathing. Grandma came in to find Brycen, 2 1/2 years old, hugging her and rubbing her back saying "Mommy wake up."

My dad called my mom and told Aaron, who didn't very well care much. He went to the school to tell them I wasnt coming in, and Beth who was there didnt know. He didnt want to tell her just yet, since he didnt know much, and didnt want to ruin her Homecomig game day. He got home and called grandpa back. Dad asked who grandpa wanted out there, if he wanted dad or if he wanted all of us.

Mom didnt want Aaron to go, fearing he would say something stupid, and didnt want Beth to go since it was Homecoming. I was going no matter what since I had heard the message and wouldnt take no for an answer. Grandpa said he wanted all of his babies and grandbabies to be there for him, so dad went to school to get Beth. We went to mom's to get funeral clothes, and Aaron. We left there at about 9:30 and went to the bank. We were on the road to New York by 10:00 AM.