i just got off the phone with sister #4, that phone call just creeped into the all-time suckiest phonecalls ever list.

i was gently napping, because last night was plagued by pathetically transparent symbolic dreams where i couldn’t talk, my tongue was cut off or my hands were bound. . . yeah my brain isn’t too clever sometimes.

so i was trying to nap when the phone rang.

“hello,” i said.

. . . all i could hear was sobbing on the other end of the phone. fuck!

“hello? kelli?”

“i was in a car accident.”

“are you ok?”

“yes. i have bruises all over my chest. i spilled pop all over, there was red mountain dew everywhere. there was a tree and my airbag never went off, driving to ericka’s from joses and mom and dad couldn’t find me.”

so it seems, sister #4 was driving to sister #2’s house for their annual christmas voyage to wisconsin. before heading out to sister #2’s, sister #4 had to drop her boyfriend, jose, off at home. after leaving jose’s, sister #4 took a wrong turn. the road was bad and she started swerving. she said she had a choice to hit a car or the tree.

she chose the tree.

she’s ok. thank god she’s ok. because my eyes fill if i even try to think of the alternative.

but i wonder how sister #2 is doing. because tomorrow will mark the 10 year anniversary of an accident that eventually killed her best friend. 10 years have gone by already.

jill was in a car accident on december 24th (which also happens to be sister #2’s birthday), a car slid on some black ice and crashed into the car carrying jill and her boyfriend bill. bill was killed instantly, but jill was in a coma for a week. she died on new year’s eve.

and i just know that every little thing about jill haunts sister #2 during the holidays. now this year it will be even worse. i know sister #4 is ok, i just hope sister #2 is.