The Importance of a 10 Minute Trip

Never in my life could I have guessed that a ten-minute trip could change my life so extensively. December twenty-eighth at approximately twelve-thirty am I told my sister how much I loved her, and said good bye for the last time. I few minutes later I left Casey House Hospice to go to my friend’s house for the night. I was emotionally and physically drained from the day’s events, and I needed a break from all the friends and family members that meaning well, were in fact smothering me. Lying in bed half an hour later, I found it hard to sleep because my mind was alive with bursts of thought. I wondered what life would be like after my sister died, and how I was going to deal with it. I also wondered if my relationship with my parents, which was already rocky, would suffer or benefit from the great loss that we were about to encounter. At five-ten am on the dot of that same day, the phone rang and two minutes later my friend’s parents who happen to be the pastor of the church and...