It was January 2, 2012, when I walked into the house after a long day of practice. I noticed something very strange as I opened the door: it was quiet in my house. I walked through the kitchen and into the dining room when I saw my family sitting around the table, all crying. My mom asked for me to take a seat: she had something to tell me. So not really knowing what was going on, I grabbed a seat and prepared for the worst. Once seated, my mom informed me that my cousin had called, to let her know that my aunt didn’t have much time left. At that time, my mother told me and my siblings that we would be leaving the next morning for Wisconsin. As I laid in my bed that night, trying to get some sleep, it had hit