This story is hard to write for me because it brings back lots of memory's about someone I lost and cared a great deal about, my best friend and sister who was taken from us at such a young age and there is still not a day that goes by that I don't think of her, and the events that occurred after her death. And it is also about cause and effect of the choices we make when it comes to any incestuous act or relation, the events in this story are true and played out in a time when my family and I were going through things and the odd healing process that occurred all I can say that I do have regrets but some things you just learn to live with, and in the end happiness is all that counts that much I have learned from all this.
Looking back now and remember how it all started it seems still unreal, and now on the twins 16th birthday I can't stop but think of my sister and how much I miss her.
I grew up in a loving family with my dad, mom and sister and we loved each other and there was always a great feeling of harmony in our home, my dad was a hardworking man and a great guy and my sister and I could always talk to him about anything he always made time for his family and my mom was the same way.
As kids we could see that out mom and dad where still as much in love with each other as the day the met in college, so let me give you a description of my dad he is 5'9 broad shoulders and at that time 42 years old, still had all his bright blond hair and bright blue eyes and he always had that smile on his face.
My mom was a perfect example of a Italian American woman and no she did not have 48ddd boobs and build like a super model like you read so much in all those story's. She was 5'1 jet black hair and at that time 39 years old, she had the normal hips and build like most woman after giving birth to 2 kids. I know she had 42c breasts; I looked at one of her bras once that was in the hamper. I loved my mom and like a normal teenager I had my wank sessions thinking of her but to say I was obsessed with her well that was not the case,
And then there was my sister, my best friend she was one of those people that the first time you meet her you could not but fall in love with her always smiling and good natured and she would make everyone around her feel loved and important.
She just had that gift to make people happy just to be around her and with her long black hair and blue eyes she was just something else, she really was the light in our little happy family and we loved her so much.
One of our favorite things to do as a family where the weekends at the cabin that our grandfather build at the lake a few hours' drive from our house it was our special place my grandfather build it with his father it was an old style log cabin made for cedar logs and had the old knotted pine floors, to us it always felt like being back in the 1800's.
We had of course electric and running water and gas but it still had that old feeling to it you know rustic, it had 2 bedrooms a kitchen and a large living room with an open fire place, let's just say it holds very good memory's for us.
And then tragedy struck and it almost destroyed us, I remember it like it happened yesterday, my sister went with her girlfriend and her mother to have a girl's day out, being 16 and a few days after her sweet 16th birthday they gave her a spa day, I remember she was so excited about it, she was telling me all about it while we had breakfast her eyes where all lit up and her smile oh that smile that would lighten even the darkest heart.
She left, kissing us goodbye and told us like she always did how much she loved us, that was the last time I saw her alive. It was Saturday June 18th 1989. The day we stopped living in so many ways. The doorbell rings and my dad opened the door and there where two highway patrol
officers at the door and I hear my dad scream I will never forget that scream, and then my mom screaming and crying I was upstairs in my room and came storming down the stairs, my mom was on the floor screaming in agony and I looked at my dad his face was as white as a sheet of paper.
She is..She is gone my little angel is gone, by now I was losing it and kept asking what happened I vaguely remembered one of the officers telling me that my sister had died in a car crash there was some kind of pileup on I80 and the where in it something about fog or something and that no one survived in the car.
To today I don't know where my dad found the strength to handle it all, the funeral was a few days later and I remember bits and pieces of it I was lost, So many people showed up at the showing and the funeral it showed us how loved she was, After it was all over we went home and I fell asleep on my sisters bed, weeks went by and dad and me slowly tried to pick up the broken pieces of our lives, but mom was broken beyond repair, the once loving smiling mother and wife was nothing but a empty shell, she would go about her daily routine but without feeling or interests.
My graduation and 18th birthday where coming up it was now almost a year to the day we lost my sister, I made weekly visits to her grave and talked to her like we used to do telling her about mom and dad and our lives and how empty it really was without her.