The trip that my family took that I will never forget was on August 21, 2006. My parents woke me up at six o’clock am, hysterically in tears. It took them awhile to explain what was wrong, and when they finally did I joined them in tears. The night before my older sister, role model, teammate, hero, and most importantly best friend, had been killed in a car accident. We each packed a small bag and headed back to Washington where she, a young eighteen-year-old girl, had just moved back to for college. Normally this trip takes us about nine hours to trek the five hundred mile journey. However, this day my dad would get us there in a short seven hours. Although my dad cut about two hours off of the trip time, it seemed to take twice as long to get there as it usually does. The whole way we had people calling us asking for information we didn’t have, this made it that much harder. The first half of the trip was hard, we were all in shock, especially my little sister, we cried and tried to understand what happened. The second half of the trip is the good part. This probably sounds weird that I can say there was a good part to such a trip. Well, there was, we all sat there and calmed down and then shared stories we remembered about Brittany. We laughed and enjoyed ourselves and realized that even though we didn’t have her for long, we were blessed enough to have had her at all. This was an amazing time for my parents, sister, and myself to bond, and I will never forget that trip.
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