A year ago, today, my older sister died in a car accident. I still remember getting the news. It was a like a someone shooting me in the stomach. My mind couldn't register it at first. I was in disbelief. It took me five minutes to realize I wasn't dreaming. What bothers me the most about it was the last thing I said to her. I told her I hated her. It was over something stupid. See, my mom had forbid me to go over to my friends house the night before while she was out for the weekend. My older sister was home, and she told me not to go over to my friends house. I did anyways, and she called our mom. I was grounded for a week. I told her I hated her and I didn't car if she died.
I felt like the car accident was my fault because my sister stayed up all night trying to find me. She had to work early in the morning, and when driving to work, a drunk driver hit her head on. If she hadn't been tired, she may have been able to get out of the way fast enough.
I can't forgive myself for saying I hate you to her. Now its too late.
What ever you do, never say I hate you to a loved one. You never know when the last time you will see them will be.