Becca Lester
English 1010
Kristine Fox
September 6, 2013
A Bittersweet Regret

I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my family but I never knew we would spend it weeping over the memories of my sweet cousin, Courtney. I went along getting ready for my cousins party, or trying to at least. I still couldn't seem to shake the feeling that she wasn't okay. I could overhear my parents talking in the kitchen when they were interrupted by a phone call from my aunt. Suddenly the conversation turned from joking to dead silence and my mom started crying. I hear my mom tearfully trying to muster up the courage to tell my dad was has happened as he repeatedly ask her. I kept asking myself "What happened? What is going on?" Once, I heard my parents on the phone with my grandparents I no longer needed to ask this question. My cousin was in a car accident this day and she didn't survive. I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt that if I moved it would be real. I just had this blank look on my face. I had no reaction at first and I wanted to deny it, all of it. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "She's dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I began to cry uncontrollably and the realization that I would never see Courtney again struck me. Courtney had just gotten back in town from Texas the night before as a surprise to my cousin Baylee. Her fiancé, Casey, was in the field at this time. My mother picked her up that Friday afternoon at the airport. She said she had never seen her look so happy. She attended a lock in at her church the night she got in town. She had been really tired and wanted to sleep. She still went to visit