18 months ago I had four siblings, a wonderful hudsband, two great kids, a full time job, PTA president, a car and a nice house.
18 months ago my sister was killed by a drunk driver and my life changed. She turned 18 five days before she was killed. I was the strong one in the family and I held us together and did the entire funeral. Today I miss her more then ever. I should be helping get ready for her wedding, she should be here to see her four nephews and two nieces grow. She should be able to see my brothers first child born. Yet she is not.
After loosing her my husband informed me he was no longer in love with me. The words every person hates to hear.
I could not handle my sisters death and I stopped working outside the home. My job of almost 9 years did not matter. My kids mattered.
I am still PTA president, I still have a car and a nice house. I have three siblings now, I own my business, and I am learning how to be a single parent.
I love the laughter of my kids more then anything now and I can't wait to hear them say I love you.
