Lost,
unfortunately I understand all too well what you are feeling and thinking. 8 months on the 24th, was when my cousin, and best friend, was killed in a horrific car accident. She was only 16 1/2. I too am almost 17, so our friendship, our bond, our relationship, was at the strongest during this time in our lives. We shared everything. Even though we always lived so far apart from eachother, we always wrote eachother letters, emailed, called, sent pictures. She suffered from gastro complications as well as myself. We both struggled, as I continue to, with eating disorders. We understood eachother inside and out. Her smile would turn the gloomiest sky into the most beautiful rays of sun light you could imagine. She was beautiful, so caring and so giving. Such an amazing friend. Always looking to help people. I have been in denial since the night my family got the call that she was in an accident. I couldn't believe that this could be happening to our family. Here's what happened... She went out with 2 guy friends around 3 o clock on july the 23rd to go bowling, just around the corner. They went and on their way back, the assh*le who was driving(illegally had the 3rd passenger in the car as he was only 17 driving with a restricted license) he was speeding trying to "show off" in front of my cousin, lost control, over corrected and went head on into oncoming traffic. The car was t-boned and my cousin held the impact of the crash on her. When she wasnt home at 5 for work my aunt and uncle got worried. She didnt have any id on her, so she was known as "jane doe" to the medics...Their neighbor is a cop and they heard about the accident over the radio..Within..They ran over and told them because he recognized the one guys name, and knew she was friends with him..My aunt and uncle rushed to the trauma hospital, 2 hours away.... She suffered a major head injury, broken pelvic and collar bone.She went immediately, but came back after ressusitation. They life flighted her to the nearest trauma hospital and lost her again in air. After several attempts they once again got her to come back, only to hook her up to full life support. We got the call around 9pm about the accident. At 10pm we got another call saying she was pronounced brain dead. I lost it at that point, because I knew no matter what came of this, I would never get my cousin back. I remember falling to the floor in hysterics as my mom and sister cried with me. I wanted to get in a plane and fly down to see her right then(im in nj she was in nc)to tell her to hold on and that I loved her. It felt like I was living the worst nightmare imaginable. I knew she wouldn't make it, I just had that feeling,she was weak to begin with from being sick....My aunt and uncle had to make the decision to keep her on life support or let her go. Before they made a decision, my cousin set herself free. A little after midnight my best friend was pronounced dead, never to come back again. That day my family and I drove down to north carolina to be with my family, on our way we past where the accident happened. The sight of the skid marks made my hair stand straight up, it made me so sick, knowing thats where my cousin was. Sitting on her bed, I remember being so confused. Her clothes on the floor, her make up on her dresser. Her work clothes in a pile. A normal teenagers room. But she wasnt there. I remember the whole weekend I kept thinking I wonder where jenna is. I kept telling myself she must be at a friends, and waited for her to come walking through that front door..But she never did. Flowers and cards overflowed the living room. People constantly at the door with food and comforting words. Sunday was the memorial service. Everybody dressed in black. We pull up to the church only to find her whole soccer team carrying roses, crying, and comforting eachother. Our family waited in the church basement for the priest to escort us in. One look inside and I once again lost it. The church was filled with people mourning. The walk down the aisle only to see a table set up of pictures and memories of her was heart breaking. I don't know how I made it all the way down. I will never forget that vision. The eulogy still sits on my dresser, with her name on it. I dont understand why it says the things it does. I dont understand why this is happening. Lost, i'm living in a fantasy world right now. I've been severely depressed, suicidal, rebellious and have felt guilty for not talking with her sooner, telling her how much I loved her, I took her for granted and I will never forgive myself for that. I wish I had the answer for you, but I myself am still searching....People mourn in different ways, and they slowly regain their lives over time. It's been 8 months and the wound is still fresh. The pain is still strong, that feeling in my stomach is still there. I cry every time I read her letters, look at her pictures, think about the pain she was in. Whenever I think about our memories together, and those future memories that will remain nonexistant. Why not me? She never did anything wrong. I feel as if i'm constantly screaming but nobody hears me. I feel like i'm alone in this and there's no way out. I refuse to say goodbye, because that means she's never coming back. And I can't accept that right now. Each day I walk around with this hole in my heart, only to grow bigger as each day passes. And to make this worst, the kid who was driving will recieve nothing but a slap on the hand from all of this. He killed her. If he hadn't of had her in that car she would still be here today. Community service and a 1000 fine....For the loss of my cousin? What an insult. I hope to god I never come across this guy, because I can't tell you what i'd do. Lost, the only thing I can tell you is to talk with someone who knew her. Someone who knew how great she was, who appreciated her. Think of your children. I've gone down the wrong path because i'm so angry. I've shut people out who care about me and have done things out of spite and anger. I'm almost 17 and 21 wks pregnant with a baby girl, if I could go back 5 months and change things, I would have. Because as sad as it is, this baby was made out of anger and hurt, not love. I will love my daughter and give her everything I can, but it hurts at the same time. By not getting help and talking with someone im heading myself down a road of self destruction. Get help, your children need you. They love you and dont want to see you hurting. I'm here if you want to talk...I understand, I hear you, and I want to help. Please don't hesitate to pm me.
My prayers are with you.
God bless,
vanessa