I'll never forget that year, 1977.
I was fourteen and starting to explore life,
you were almost sixteen and taken from it.
You still had your Prom, Graduation,
Wedding and children ahead of you.
None of that seemed to matter that night,
in a blink of a eye there was no more.

Michelle, my dearest and closest friend
The angels cried in heaven that night
when the other guy was to drunk
and didn't even know he was in your lane.
Your family and you were coming home
from a lovely birthday weekend in Lake Tahoe.
Something I'm sure you would of told me about,
but those headlights silenced you forever more.

You see, the other guy walked away
while your dad and you were lifeless.
I couldn't bare the pain and confussion,
I kept asking God why you had to go so young.
In the bottle and needle I found
a way were I didn't have to feel or understand.

Then one day you sent an angel down
to help me understand
that I could of been him
or I could of been you

One last act of friendship that I never forget.
Now, I have to let you go,
but I'll never forget
that teenager that was always there
when I needed her most.
Goodbye dear friend, until me met again.

There were four people in her car and just the driver in the other one. Two people died in her car, fortunately two walked away. The driver of the other car was found to be under the influence of alcohol and a controled substance, but this was before M.A.D. got the laws changed and he served very little time (a few months in county jail) for the murder of two innocent people. Unfortunately this accident didn't change his ways. About three years later he was driving his motorcycle, while under the influence, it went out of control and he wrecked. This time it just involved him and after being in the hospital on life support he passed on. I'm sorry, but I wasn't in the least bit upset when I heard the news.

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