i wish yuor s ar good and wish yuo the best for me my family is scatterd across the cuontry and we dont stay in tuoch that well but what is the hardest to accept is thinking abuot the 2 empty chairs at the table the presences that will never be cl;aimed and cant help but think what there holidays must be like i know what i feel and would trade plecase with them so as not to live whit this do i blame myself for this yes i do it is possible that a hard right turn i mite have missed them but i wuold have rolled of the interstate and imm not shure i wuold have mised them but my suvivel wuoold be in greater guesstion i wish that they have surivived over me it wuold be easyer than 2 umtpy chiars i am not totaly exemp from this event thuo i am given high praise for keeping control
and no one esle was envolded it cuold have been far worse than it was but 20yrs of driveing auto pilet kicked in
the skid marks speek for them selves a vary small thuoght that i have to live with now and its tuff every day is a new day and thuoght and feelings some days ar better than others well thats may rambelings for tonite
and no one esle was envolded it cuold have been far worse than it was but 20yrs of driveing auto pilet kicked in
the skid marks speek for them selves a vary small thuoght that i have to live with now and its tuff every day is a new day and thuoght and feelings some days ar better than others well thats may rambelings for tonite
I am lucky to have survived at all. My face went through the windshield at about 170 mph (combined force). The glove compartment came in on my legs (the thing that saved my life) and they shattered. The elderly woman who was the driver of the fault vehicle, was flung from her car out onto the street. Her husband, who was in a wheelchair, had been pushed into the car engine. No one survived from the accident but me.
There are several reasons why it is still so hard for me- ten years later- even after I have recovered as much as my body has allowed. It was only one weekend prior to the accident that my fiancee had gotten down on his knees and asked me to marry him. He was my best friend, my partner in crime. I had known him since I was 7 years old, which for a 19 year old... that was a long time. I cannot help but imagine how happy my would have been if the accident had never happened. So many friendships would still be strong (our friends shunned me after he died, telling me that his death was my fault). My fiancee's father wouldn't have lost his only son- his pride and joy. Bradley was such a caring and giving person. He was a volunteer fireman. He always pulled over if he saw someone pulled off the side of the road to make sure no one needed help. In so many ways, he fueled my passion and made me strive to be a better person.
For years, I have battled with the guilt of his dying. If he hadn't have pulled into the shoulder, he could have survived. I also remember the choice I had while I was in a coma, so close to dying, in the hospital. I remember clearly that he was there with me, reaching out his hand for me to come with him. Instead, I chose to fight to live. I don't think I'll ever figure out why I didn't go with him.