Written by my sister Rachel (www.hazardcountyyoga.com). Rest in peace Ronan.


It was the third night in a row that I hadn’t slept at all. Sleep deprivation had started to take over my mind. My vision blurry with blotches of light fading in and out. I had the curtains drawn and the blanket over my head, I wanted darkness to help ease me into what had eluded me for nights. My phone began to ring, I had no intention of picking it up. I hit vibrate and closed my eyes, I never even looked. Then it went again and this time I started to think something could be wrong. I rolled over and picked up the skinny pink case and held it in my shaky hands.

Three words came blaring across the screen.

Ronan is dead.

My heart was pounding, hard and fast. I called my sister. She was on her way to the airport and we couldn’t really speak. We…

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