My little sister (and only sibling) died December 18, 2019 at age 34, unexpectedly, alone in her bed in her sad little apartment with only her cat and a stuffed animal. The coroner report says complications of hypertensive disease, but it was all related to alcohol abuse, daily for years. I had left to move across the country to Las Vegas and she had to move out of my house here, and I was hoping it might inspire her to get her life back on track, but all I did was make it that much worse for her. I was in the process of moving back when it happened. All I do is think about what more I could have done, what I did wrong, and about her last moments...what happened, did she know, did it hurt, was she scared? It's been over a year, but I wear her cremation necklace every day. I put her old bedroom back together just as it was when she lived with me, except with her ashes, which I talk to every day. I still send Facebook Messenger messages to her anytime I run across something I know she would have appreciated. That was my best friend, the person I could talk to, the person who understood me most (if anyone does at all). And now, I'm lost, I'm still lost. I don't have many other friends, and honestly I just feel broken and alone. Anyone else going through the same?