So this is something very personal and extremely hard for me. It has haunted me for over a year. I'm March 2016 I have a little sister born with a fatal disease. Most babies with it are not born alive and if they only live a few hours. My sister was one if the more rare cases. My father and his at the time gf (the mother) were not going to tell me about her because if the situation. They would have eventually told me, just after she had passed. Thankfully they made the choice to tell me sooner and I got to meet and hold my angel sister.

Now, in April she was still alive and my grandmother and aunt had made arrangements to up and see her and my dad. They invited me to come. My other baby sister who was 16 at the time had a dance competition. I knew that if I didn't go with her my mom would not be in the audience to watch her perform. I wanted to be there to support her. However I had a strong, strong feeling that my baby sister would not live past that visit. I knew it was going to be my last opportunity to see and hold her.

I chose to go to the dance competition...

Sure enough, at the very end of the performance I got a call that my baby sister was passing away and would be gone soon. I was a mess in a giant crowd of strangers and my mom was nowhere to be found for support and when I found her she was pretty rude about how hysterical I was. I was so sad and upset with myself. I do think though that it was good I wasn't there because she passed away at home. Which meant everyone there watched her die. I think that would have been awful for me to see. The situation had It's good & bad. The longer my sister lived the pain she would have been in so it was a blessing. She lived 2 wonderful, happy weaks which is great for her condition and she actually got to live it at home and not in a hospital. She was a mircal and a blessing in every way.

I do often feel I made the wrong choice to not go up that day. Do you think I made the wrong or right choice not going up that day?