My sister Eileen had the most beautiful eyes. They were golden. Her eyes illuminated when you spoke to her, it was really amazing. Not only were her eyes gold her heart was too. She was special needs. She didn’t drive, or have many friends, she decorated her room with unicorns and rainbows at age 40. Her life was simple, she loved chocolate and anything mystical. Talking to her was like talking to a 10 year old. She was pure good. She would even give portion of her paycheck to St. Jude every holiday season.

My parents, me and my brothers fiercely protected her. She could have easily gone on disability but she choose not to. Despite all her challenges she had a job in a nursing home doing laundry for 20 years. It was a shitty gross job no one wanted. But she did it with pride. She would bring blankets to the sick and elderly. She had a purpose. She was happy.

The last Thursday in September 2011 my sweet wonderful Dad went to pick her up from work. As he did everyday because she didn’t drive. It was more important for her to have a purpose in life than the inconvenience of him driving her. He was a wonderful man and a caring and thoughtful father. While they were driving home they were hit by a massive handicap van. There was no time for my dad to switch lanes. They both died.

Not a day goes by that I don’t miss them both. The heavens gained two beautiful golden angels that day.