My name is Kathleen Staunton. I’m a 16-year-old high school junior. When I was 10, my brother Rory died from sepsis. He grazed his arm playing basketball at school, and four days later he passed away. My brother was super-healthy and was used to getting cuts and scrapes. But this time, when he fell, the graze became infected and Rory got sepsis.
Rory was two years older than me, and he was the best big brother a girl could ask for.