An article published at Street Articles
By Todd Vickers
When facing deaths heartbreak, we realize hidden values. Death debases pettiness and brings out what we may habitually overlook. Death makes us more conscious. I met this relentless teacher before my 10th birthday, an accident killed my, 19-year-old sister. A daily routine and habitual expectations, make it easy to take people for granted. Let’s not miss someone worthwhile, only to realize their importance when they’re gone. Tomorrow’s don’t exist in endless supply. I felt closer to my sister than any other and on one occasion, I withheld affection to punish her. You see, like any loving older sister, when she found out I smoked cigarettes, she told our parents and I felt betrayed. When she left, I refused to speak to her, vindictively relishing how sorry she would be. I turned my back on her and with anger I un-truthfully said, “I never want to see you again.” And I never did… Read More at Street Articles
