My older baby sister

Rain fell hard that chilly December morning, you lost control of the car without warning, I still picture you lying in a pool of blood and water, soaked and shattered, your hair all matted, fragments of glass and pieces of rock stuck to your scalp, you were awake in your mind, screaming for help.
That day has filled me with so many questions and doubt, I keep looking for the blessing, but I can't figure them out. My older sister died that day, maybe the day after, because the girl that woke from the coma didn't share the same laughter, when she learned to talk, her voice wasn't the same, when learning to walk, she did so in pain, how can my older sister die, but be reborn this way? God knows she doesn't deserve the hard road that's been paved, I just want my sister, my role model, my friend, I would give anything to have her as her once again.