It starts the way any 2 sisters who love each other fight she tells our mother something I didn’t want her to know; now mom is mad and I hang up the phone with sister saying “I love you” and I don’t reply.
For two days I have nagging thoughts of that fight and I have to call her, I have to call Brittney. Not daring to call my mothers house; not wanting to deal with the issue at hand I call her at work. She is busy but I steal a minute to tell her how sorry I am and that I love her. She has to go but tells me to call her back. Still a nagging feeling in my soul I call her back and tell her again I am sorry. She says something to offend me and normally I would say something but this time I just say I love you and hang up the phone.
I woke up to my pager beeping in my ear. My mother’s left me a message that there has been an accident and Brittney is hurt pretty bad. I rush to call and I can hear most of my family in the background, not knowing who, but someone told me to come to Beaumont to the hospital and get here quick and in the instant I heard my mother scream out “No!” Isn’t it amazing that just one word could mean so much, we tell our children no they can’t do something, some say no when they mean yes, but in that instant I knew what no meant. No meant no more of her laughter or tears. No more hugs, no more fights. No meant finality.
So I live my life these days with no more fights. I got the chance to say I am sorry, but what if I am not so lucky next time? What if next time I don’t get that goodbye; I love you.
