Wake me up when September ends.
I'm absolutely numb. and it wasn't my mom.
This morning around 4:30, I woke up to a blood curtling scream. I had no idea what was going on, but I went out anyway. If you watch the Atlanta news this morning, you'll see. Jen's mom was driving home from the Braves game on I-285 when another driver crossed the median and hit her. And she didn't make it. Jen lost her Dad to cancer 4 years ago.
The three of us could only cry with her.
Oh my God they just showed her car on the news. And I can't stop crying now. She didn't have a chance. She must have been going 70, 80 on that highway. She was going home from the Braves game. She had been there with Jen's boyfriend. They were all so close. Anyway. The other lady was drunk and came the wrong way. Hit her on her driver's side, but at least I know she died on impact. She was in an Acura SUV, but even with size, no chance. The entire front driver's side of her car is just annihilated. I just called Ashley and told her not to let Jen watch the news. I don't know what she'd do if she saw that.
It's so different when you're on this side of it. Normally, I wouldn't blink at news like that. And all the newscasters could say was what a shame it was. But they weren't here this morning. And they didn't watch their new friend go through the most unimaginable grief. Oh God, I wanted to do or say something to make it better. But there's nothing you can say. She couldn't breath, couldn't stop screaming, was sick, didn't understand. I don't understand either, and I'm so sad for her.
I feel like I'm being overly dramatic; I can't stop crying. It wasn't my mom, but I hurt so much for her. And when I saw that car. Jen drove her mom's car here to move stuff back in. To know what it looked like, and to see it smashed in the middle of the interstate. It broke my heart to see her like that. As soon as I moved in here, these three girls instantly became my new family. Oh God things happen so quickly. Yesterday afternoon, Jen was bouncing on my bed talking about classes.
Oh God, I know these things happen. How everything is connected. What are the odds? Why her car? Why her? So many of our friends are watching the news this morning, probably thinking how awful that wreck was, and they don't know. They don't know it was one of us this time. I can't do anything for her but pray.
I don't know what to say.
This morning around 4:30, I woke up to a blood curtling scream. I had no idea what was going on, but I went out anyway. If you watch the Atlanta news this morning, you'll see. Jen's mom was driving home from the Braves game on I-285 when another driver crossed the median and hit her. And she didn't make it. Jen lost her Dad to cancer 4 years ago.
The three of us could only cry with her.
Oh my God they just showed her car on the news. And I can't stop crying now. She didn't have a chance. She must have been going 70, 80 on that highway. She was going home from the Braves game. She had been there with Jen's boyfriend. They were all so close. Anyway. The other lady was drunk and came the wrong way. Hit her on her driver's side, but at least I know she died on impact. She was in an Acura SUV, but even with size, no chance. The entire front driver's side of her car is just annihilated. I just called Ashley and told her not to let Jen watch the news. I don't know what she'd do if she saw that.
It's so different when you're on this side of it. Normally, I wouldn't blink at news like that. And all the newscasters could say was what a shame it was. But they weren't here this morning. And they didn't watch their new friend go through the most unimaginable grief. Oh God, I wanted to do or say something to make it better. But there's nothing you can say. She couldn't breath, couldn't stop screaming, was sick, didn't understand. I don't understand either, and I'm so sad for her.
I feel like I'm being overly dramatic; I can't stop crying. It wasn't my mom, but I hurt so much for her. And when I saw that car. Jen drove her mom's car here to move stuff back in. To know what it looked like, and to see it smashed in the middle of the interstate. It broke my heart to see her like that. As soon as I moved in here, these three girls instantly became my new family. Oh God things happen so quickly. Yesterday afternoon, Jen was bouncing on my bed talking about classes.
Oh God, I know these things happen. How everything is connected. What are the odds? Why her car? Why her? So many of our friends are watching the news this morning, probably thinking how awful that wreck was, and they don't know. They don't know it was one of us this time. I can't do anything for her but pray.
I don't know what to say.