Ever since my sister Peggy, 46, suddenly passed away two weeks ago I feel like I’m just a jumble of separate emotions that don’t understand eachother. Peggy had the flu and then in a span of 40 hours it went from something is wrong to her kidneys were shutting down to her being gone. I feel heartbroken, guilty I didn’t notice something wrong sooner, guilty I had to make the decision to let her go, oddly lost as she was autistic and I grew up knowing when my parents pasted it would be me to care for her, sad knowing that she was so mad at me for taking her to the hospital that first night, I feel like a horrible daughter for not being stronger for my mom, and so much more. The simplest of tasks or questions are confusing mazes. Where does one even start to begin healing?