The day we lost Erica, Tuesday March 8, 2011, started like any other day. I went to work. After work I did a little shopping and then went home. About 5:00 PM I started making dinner for my husband. My Mother calls about 5:10 PM and told me that Erica was having a difficult time breathing, and that they called an ambulance and she was headed to the hospital. We talked for a little bit about her day, I reassured her Erica would be fine, and we hung up. I continued making dinner, Sweet and Sour Meatballs. I told myself Erica is strong she will be fine, she’s only 34, everything will be okay. The phone rings again at 6:15PM and it’s my Mother. Immediately I know it’s not fine. She can hardly make out the words that Erica didn’t make it. All I could say is it will be okay, I’m on my way. I knew it wouldn’t be okay but I didn’t know what else to say. At this point I’m hysterical and sick to my stomach. My husband wasn’t home from work yet. I felt out of control. What had just happened?
