My step-sister was killed by a drunk driver when I was twelve years old. My brother and I were standing in the kitchen making blueberry Eggo waffles. The doorbell rings. It was so very early in the morning one could only guess who it might be. As I made my way toward the front door I was intercepted by my step-father; "Wait in the kitchen." he said. I watched him walk down the hall. He ... Read the Post
I looked down and the Coke and gasped. The bottle said, "Share a Coke with Jennifer." The look of shock on Stephanies' face and the subsequent tears told me this wasn't premeditated. She had just grabbed the drinks and didn't even notice. But I did, and so did my step-sister apparently who put my fears to rest that she would in fact be at my wedding.