I got a call Saturday evening from my nephew that my sister, Jan, had 
assed away last week. She was 55. They found her unconcious in her apartment and weren't able to revive her. They're going to do an autopsy but they think it was drug-related. I'd expected this call to come some day, but it still caught me off guard. My nephew lives in Las Vegas and is driving to Utah to pick up my sister's ashes. He seemed at a loss as to what to do next. I suggested burying her with my mom and dad in southern Calif. My grandparents and aunts and uncles are all buried in the same cemetary too.
My sister and I were extremely close as kids and teenagers. When my mom died, she was 17 and I was 12. Jan became like a mom to me. She was struggling even then though, and I was probably more stable and mature than she was. She used drugs but cleaned herself up, got married and had 2 beautiful kids. They bought a home and she seemed happy and stable. Then they moved to Las Vegas (her husband's home) and things went downhill quickly. Soon she abandoned her kids and husband and was living on the street. None of us heard from her or knew anything more than that she was somewhere in Utah for many years. Eventually she started contacting my dad, but it was only once a year or so. When my dad died last year, we tracked her down and bought her a plane ticket to come to the funeral. She made it halfway (to San Francisco) and then turned around and flew back to Utah. I chalked it up to her sense of drama "I just can't do this, it's too hard for me" but I'll always wonder. None of us, including her own children, have any idea what life has been like for her and I feel very sad about that. Understandably, my niece has so much anger that she doesn't even want to have anything to do with her burial. Jan never even met my niece's son, her grandson. It seems like you read about situations like this, but it's really hard to comprehend when it's your own family. I guess I just feel that although it's over now and she's finally at peace, there's sadness and regret that can never be erased.