My Sister Vicki
by By Jeannie
Probably the worst day of my life is October 15, 2011. I was at a football game and my daughter called on my cell phone. She said, "mom I have to tell you something really, really, really terrible". I'll never forget those words for the rest of my life. My sister Vicki was gone.. She had taken her life, she had killed herself, she was dead. Everything else was a blur. Someone helped me out of the stadium.
Vicki was my younger sister. She was the person everyone wanted to sit next to at a party. She could make you laugh until you peed you're pants, she would give you the shirt off of her back if you needed it, she loved everyone, she was Vicki...
I wish I would have gone back to Virginia when she begged me to the Monday before she died, I wish I would have taken her call on Friday night as she contemplated death...I wish, I wish, I wish.
It's been almost 10 months since Vicki killed herself and the pain and grief just won't go away.
I was the oldest in the family and I promised my Mom that I would always take care of my sisters and brothers. It does haunt me that I didn't.