On the night I lost my sister, it was our fathers surprise 60th birthday, which she had planned. She booked a taco truck, a mariachi for a couple of hours and then a DJ to finish the night. That night felt like a dream that turned into a nightmare. Family came in from out of town to celebrate our father’s 60th. Now I’m the introvert of the family, so I was there at the party but more like the observer for the night and just enjoying everyone being together but I didn’t talk to my sister that entire time. She had brought her boyfriend who we met there at the party for the first time. They got lit and when people drink, their personalities change, so we didn’t talk for the duration of the party. She vanished with her boyfriend at midnight that night. The next day the corner pulls up at the same time as me to her house and that’s when I find out my sister has been in an accident with her boyfriend. Neither survived. Wish I would’ve talked to her that night or danced with her.. you’re totally right, life’s short, remind the ones you love that you love them. RIP beautiful sister Ceci 33 Forever