By: Anna Fiemeyer When I was just 4-years old my sister Jane died of A.L.L ( Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia.) I don't remember anything from that time other than the stories people have told me. People telling me stories about Jane is what has always kept me close to her. I HATE that I don't actually remember Jane like other people do. That also means I don't know the pain she suffered through, but I also don't remember the joy we had together. People have told me a ton of stor