I'm going to save the best for last...
THE UGLY: The late 80's when my oldest sister was killed in a car wreck. No matter how many years pass, it still feels like it was yesterday and I think about her every day. Had she been wearing her seatbelt, there was a very good possibility that she might have made it… so, I hope you guys will understand that if I ever catch any of you without your seatbelt on, you're in for one serious butt whipping from me…
wow, Caity, i had no idea. how old was she, may i ask? and how old were you when it happened? i really can't imagine losing my sister. we aren't nearly as close as i wish we were, but there is still a special bond you share with siblings that you could never share with another human being no matter how hard you try.
i'm going to share mine.
bad: i already mentioned a few posts up about one of them, so i'll mention the other one now. i can't really pinpoint the exact day, but it was somewhere around August/September of 98. i was twelve years old, and it was the day my Mother sat my sister and me down and told us we were moving to Florida, and she was going to remarry a man i had only met once. it literally was the worst thing i've ever been through. it was just so devastating. my Mother tried to appease me by saying we'd never have to worry about money again, we would live near the beach, and i'd probably make a lot of friends, but i knew it was nothing she could guarentee. to really try to make anyone understand why this was so awful for me would mean to go into many, many things that are just too confusing and too long to type here. some days i still wonder if i could go back in time, would i change moving to Florida if i could have? i go back and forth on that one all the time. the cynical side of me thinks that if my Mother had kept us in Massachusetts, i'd have found and appreciated much more of life than i have now, and i'd still have my spirituality. but i know everyone i love and cherish now i would have never met. its like asking a single Mother if she would go back in time and have an abortion to her pride and joys, just so she could have her life back.
good: my knee-jerk response is to say it was the very first day i met my first love, Ryan. being in love for the first time is an irreplaceable feeling, man. even though i'm not with him anymore, that feeling of being sixteen-years-old and in love can never be matched. but deep down, i don't think i can really deem that 'the best day of my life'. i think honestly, the greatest day for me hasn't happened yet, because i'll know so positively when it does.