âI begged her to stay alive, even if she couldnât survive for herselfâ
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By Sarah Kavanagh
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Once Cate was in my world, the idea of a world without her in it was completely unfathomable to me.
The grief I felt when I saw her body laying on a metal trolley was indescribable. I remember moving the sheet that covered her upper body to tenderly stroke her pale, bruised neck and noticing her lower half was in a plastic body bag. The kind woman that had ushered us in hadnât told us about that. My little sister in a body bag. Her hair was wet and her body was cold to touch. They told us theyâd given her a shower â what an odd choice of words, I thought.