As I finished taping the last box I looked outside the window, to take one last glimpse of my childhood. I looked towards the old oak tree, remembering all the games of tag and hide-and-go-seek between me and my older sister, Lisa. And I can still see my dad pushing me on that old swing set. Were laughing and i'm yelling for my dad to push me higher. And my mom telling him if I went any higher that I would fly straight into the clouds and never come back. Then my dad would retort back, "Then that is what shall be Marideth! Our daughter will fly into the clouds and into the stars. And she will never come back down because that's what she was meant to be. A beautiful object made by God to shine down on us in our darkest moments and make them better with the help of a smile that could and would lighten up the world and the worlds to come!" We laughed heartily.
"Amy." Hearing my name sent me back to a cruel place called reality.
"Yea mom?"
"Oh-erm.....*sigh* Are you ready yet?"
"Almost. One more box." I smiled faintly in hope that that would brighten her mood just a tad. The hope faltered when I heard her gulp and walk fast, but really she ran, away in the direction of the car. I guess the thought of Lisa was to much for her right now. And the indirect quotion to Lisa's stuff was sending her back into her crying and ignoring the world fase again.
I couldn't blame her, the first week was pretty hard adjusting to the new "situation". Not getting to walk home to fresh baked cookies every Wednesday afternoon. And getting to talk to Lisa ,eating the fresh baked cookies, till Dad got home from a long day at work. He worked as an art director and publisher for a popular art magazine. Then he would get dinner started and right when it was done Mom would come home from her long day at the hospital. We would all gather around the table and discuss how our day was and tell interesting stories of the day. Then Mom would make us some hot mint tea to settle all of our full stomachs. Then we would pile on to the couch and watch a few hours of TV, then one by one we would all fall asleep. And me and Lisa would wake up back in our beds. Dad would always carry us back.
I know you think this sounds like the ideal family and it was till September 21, 2012. That night my dad had picked up my sister from her friends house. It was raining, my dad was talking to my Mom on the phone the whole time. Till she heard smashing on the other end and then the phone went dead. My Mom called the Ambulance not knowing what to do.
That fatal night, two days before my sister would turn 18 and my four days till my Dad would have turned 44, a drunk driver had made a hit and run on my dads car. Making it swarve, spin out of control, flip five times, landing on its top and siding till' being stopped by a tree ,and smashing the passenger side into it. The cop said my sister was killed on impact and my dad had a major concussion and had died on the way to the hospital.
The condition of my sister was so grotesque that we kept the lid closed and she couldn't even face the look of my Dad in a casket. I don't know how many people showed up. But it looked as if half of London had showed up. People were squished up next to each other with people pouring outside of the chapel and onto the streets. All holding candles, even though it was early afternoon, all in respect of my father. He was a gracious man who would give you the shirt off his back for and reason. And for my sister. Though she was only around for only a short amount of time, she always made friends every where she went.
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A/N: Okay so yah srry the last one was short but im not promising that they all will be long or short. I write when i have a chance and if im inspired. so hope you all like. and srry for it being so sad back i promise it will get better :D Till next time Live Strong, Dream Big , and Fear Little! <----- this copy righted from here on so yah.... Dont steal it or ill find you! >; )
