I believe...

In my short time on this earth, my family and I have gone through many tough patches. And I believe that family is a blessing, never take it for granted. When my sister passed away, my father sat us all down at the kitchen table and we all swore to one another that we would stick together that we could get through this with each others help and support and with Jesus. Losing my sister opened my eyes to many things. I see so many young people take their siblings and parents for granted. All they do is fight, curse, and yell at them. but why? Why do we pick fights? I understand at times spats happen but you never know when they can be gone. I recall a week before my sister was in her car accident, I was praying, telling God how much I loved Sarah and how much I hated when we fought. We fought almost constantly and it got old, at times she even Thought that I hated her. This absolutely broke my heart. I continued to tell God that I couldn't lose her I loved her too much. And then she was gone. taken right away from me. I thank God everyday for at least letting me hold her as she left this earth. This was a wake up call. I realized life is short. I looked at my parents and saw that even though they may drive me insane at times they do what they do because they love me more than I could ever comprehend. Fortunately, i had been blessed with such loving sisters and parents that I knew i would be okay that we could make it through everything. My sisters are now my best friends. we never go to bed angry with one another we get along so much better because we now know how easy someone can be taken from you. Love your parents love your siblings. its not worth going through life fighting with them.