My family was the typical family. My dad worked at one of the local mills, and mom took care of my two brothers and me. Dad was 29 yrs old, mom was 26. My brothers-both older then me-were 6 and 4. I wouldn't turn 3 until August.
April 19th was a typical weekend day for us with a family outing to a coastal town about two hours away. Its something that we did often. Going for drives or campouts on the weekends. Early afternoon we started home..but we didn't make it! At 3:13pm our lives were forever changed!
My oldest brother was critically injured, with traumatic closed head injuries. He lay in a coma for some time, and the prognosis was not good. But live he did. My other brother also had severe injuries, though not life threatening. As for my injuries, well they weren't to bad..a broken tail bone and pelvis, a broken leg and arm. The facial damage gave me a scar on my bottom lip and what looks to be a black eye. Those are what a person might see when they look at me. What they don't see are the scars that I carry around inside.
Even though this wreck occurred more than 40 years ago, the pain of it never leaves me. The physical pain of that day never leaves me now, and then there is the other type of pain. The mental pain of senseless death! Every day I think of my parents and what might have been had this not happened. I can remember growing up and wondering what I had done to deserve this!
Kids can be so cruel...believe it or not I was teased by kids that I went to school with because I didn't have parents. I couldn't attend the Mother-Daughter teas..and even this long after I can recall how it made me feel!
The night before I got married I can remember wishing that my mom and dad were there to give me away. On the day that each of my children were born I would have traded everything I owned to have been able to call my mom. Instead the only way that I can visit them is to head over to their grave. I sit there and talk to them, write them little notes, or leave flowers!
After my parents died, the three of us kids were raised by our paternal grandmother. During holidays we always got to spend time with our other grandma. Both of these woman taught me many things..most importantly among the things that I learned was that no matter what happened I could survive it. They were both strong ladies..and very stubborn!! They helped to make me the woman that I am today..a survivor..a woman who refuses to let the world walk on her..a fighter.... so my goal is to help prevent such a needless act and to help other victims of this needless and senseless crime! Each year thousands of people are killed in alcohol related traffic crashes in the United States! Thousands more are injuried! The cost is felt not just by the families of those killed or injuried. It is felt by the friends, and the family of the drunk driver! It is felt by everyone that has a heart! One thing I ask of people is that when they talk of crashes that are alcohol related...please don't use the word accident. When it involves alcohol it's no accident..the person that is driving drunk has made a choice to drink and drive! So please, before you drink, think about what can happen if you get behind the steering wheel and drive! True, not every one that drives after they have been drinking causes a crash, but when it does happen, it is devastating.
A very special thank you goes out to MamaB. She made the graphics for this page. She is one of the most talented ladies I have met on-line! Thank you MamaB!
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