Never Forgotten...
I havent thought about something in quite awhile, and all of a sudden it just popped in my head.
Back in 95, I was around 16, My sister and I use to hang out with our best friends, who were David, Jason, and Ricky. (ricky being my sons father, and ex husband) They were like part of the family. They would come and pick me and Mikelle (my sister) up, and we would ride around and goof off. David was the only one with a drivers license at the time, so the rest of us would drink and carry on, and he would stay sober and drive us goofballs around.
We would have a blast. We would cruise riverside, Through big ass feild parties, there wasnt much crazy shit we didnt do. We managed to even get kicked out of McDonalds a few times, lol. Ahh... the memories of when Ricky and I were best friends. *shakes head* But that isnt what this story is about....
One weekend in April of 95 we went out and had a really good time. Friday came and went, Saturday came and went, and then I woke up sunday morning hung over. The boys were suppose to come pick us up and we were suppose to go to a party at the dam. They were late. We waited and waited...
I knew something was wrong, I could tell it. They wouldnt have just left us waiting like that. Then I get a phonecall...
It was ricky's mother. (she knew I was his best friend, and was the only one that could talk sense into him so she called me right away)
They were at the hospital, he (ricky) was frantic. He was hysterical, and they even thought he may be suicidal. The guys had been in a wreck. I didnt know to what extent of damage the wreck had caused, and at that point I didnt care. I felt panick. I was scared. My parents drove me to the hospital.... Ricky was cut up so bad. They wouldnt let me see david. I asked about jason... at first, nothing. No-one would answer me. Then came the words.... Jason is dead. *shakes head* I cant remember who told me, I just remember the way I felt.
Apparently the boys tried to take a 30 mile an hour curve at 75 miles an hour. David was driving, and Jason was in the passangers seat. Jason had told david he didnt think he could take the curve at 75 and david said bet me.
Ricky said Sweet Home Alabama was blaring, and they were all singing. David stomped the gas, and in the curve they went at 75 miles an hour. They didnt make it out of the curve.
They hit some loose gravel, lost control, and the car flipped. 13 times. The first time, the car got as high as the light poles. and crashed down. Jason didnt have his seatbelt on, and he flew right by ricky in the back seat, and out the hatch. Jason was hung half in the car half out, and so he took every flips impact. His body broke loose on the last flip, and ricky then flew out of the car. The flipping stopped. Ricky was thrown into a feild, David was pinned in the front drivers seat, and Jason was under the car. *shakes head*
Ricky got up and ran to a nearby house. They called 911. It was a big mess. ricky crawled under the car and watched jason take his last breath. (in actuality, jason broke his neck on the first flip, and what ricky thought was jasons last breath of life, was actually the last of air in jasons body as jason was already dead)
David suffered a broken collar bone, arm and leg.
Ricky suffered a broken nose, and an abundance of slashes and cuts that needed stitches from going out the back window. Glass had to be removed and to this day he still thinks there is glass in his head and back.
Things were never the same. Jason and my sister had dated, but thought they made better friends, and so they were really close. About as close of friends as ricky and I was. We were all like a big family. *shakes head* I miss those days. I wish that we werent so wild back then. maybe jason would still be here. Maybe I wouldnt have decided to go out with Ricky. Maybe everything would be different. Its odd how things like that can just pop in on you at any moment and dig up the hurt and pain you buried so long ago.
anyway, I just wanted to write about it, as it is something that is a part of my story, and it just smacked me agian.
Back in 95, I was around 16, My sister and I use to hang out with our best friends, who were David, Jason, and Ricky. (ricky being my sons father, and ex husband) They were like part of the family. They would come and pick me and Mikelle (my sister) up, and we would ride around and goof off. David was the only one with a drivers license at the time, so the rest of us would drink and carry on, and he would stay sober and drive us goofballs around.
We would have a blast. We would cruise riverside, Through big ass feild parties, there wasnt much crazy shit we didnt do. We managed to even get kicked out of McDonalds a few times, lol. Ahh... the memories of when Ricky and I were best friends. *shakes head* But that isnt what this story is about....
One weekend in April of 95 we went out and had a really good time. Friday came and went, Saturday came and went, and then I woke up sunday morning hung over. The boys were suppose to come pick us up and we were suppose to go to a party at the dam. They were late. We waited and waited...
I knew something was wrong, I could tell it. They wouldnt have just left us waiting like that. Then I get a phonecall...
It was ricky's mother. (she knew I was his best friend, and was the only one that could talk sense into him so she called me right away)
They were at the hospital, he (ricky) was frantic. He was hysterical, and they even thought he may be suicidal. The guys had been in a wreck. I didnt know to what extent of damage the wreck had caused, and at that point I didnt care. I felt panick. I was scared. My parents drove me to the hospital.... Ricky was cut up so bad. They wouldnt let me see david. I asked about jason... at first, nothing. No-one would answer me. Then came the words.... Jason is dead. *shakes head* I cant remember who told me, I just remember the way I felt.
Apparently the boys tried to take a 30 mile an hour curve at 75 miles an hour. David was driving, and Jason was in the passangers seat. Jason had told david he didnt think he could take the curve at 75 and david said bet me.
Ricky said Sweet Home Alabama was blaring, and they were all singing. David stomped the gas, and in the curve they went at 75 miles an hour. They didnt make it out of the curve.
They hit some loose gravel, lost control, and the car flipped. 13 times. The first time, the car got as high as the light poles. and crashed down. Jason didnt have his seatbelt on, and he flew right by ricky in the back seat, and out the hatch. Jason was hung half in the car half out, and so he took every flips impact. His body broke loose on the last flip, and ricky then flew out of the car. The flipping stopped. Ricky was thrown into a feild, David was pinned in the front drivers seat, and Jason was under the car. *shakes head*
Ricky got up and ran to a nearby house. They called 911. It was a big mess. ricky crawled under the car and watched jason take his last breath. (in actuality, jason broke his neck on the first flip, and what ricky thought was jasons last breath of life, was actually the last of air in jasons body as jason was already dead)
David suffered a broken collar bone, arm and leg.
Ricky suffered a broken nose, and an abundance of slashes and cuts that needed stitches from going out the back window. Glass had to be removed and to this day he still thinks there is glass in his head and back.
Things were never the same. Jason and my sister had dated, but thought they made better friends, and so they were really close. About as close of friends as ricky and I was. We were all like a big family. *shakes head* I miss those days. I wish that we werent so wild back then. maybe jason would still be here. Maybe I wouldnt have decided to go out with Ricky. Maybe everything would be different. Its odd how things like that can just pop in on you at any moment and dig up the hurt and pain you buried so long ago.
anyway, I just wanted to write about it, as it is something that is a part of my story, and it just smacked me agian.