This poem is the epitome of a tragedy. To have to watch a loved one struggle with so many addictions is hard. Having to watch them dying slowly from those addictions is even harder. I went through it with my mom. She died of Copd, and alcoholism. It is tough to say for sure what ultimately took my mom.

I sympathize with the torture your sister is putting you through. Just know that at some point it will get easier. She will pass, you will go through hell. On the other side you will realize that she has found peace, finally and you will move on. It will always ache but it will get better.