Well let me see, where to start, the basics: My name is Liz, and I am 17 years old. My mom was recently killed in a car accident. She was on her way home with my sister and our foreign exchange student from their vacation on Florida. They flew down there and were driving our car back from our condo. A oversize load truck ran her off the road at 70 miles an hour.
My sister was seriously injured and was hospitalized for a week adn a half, but my mom didn't make it. She died of a neck injury. I can vividly remember that day, I talked to my mom at about 10:30 in the morning on her cell phone, I was late for work and our new puppy was bugging the heck out of me, so to say the least, I was crabby. but I told my mom that I would call her as soon as I got to work ( I work at my dad's office so it's no big deal) and I tried callin her at like 11:15 or so, but there was no answer. So it was no big deal, I just kept on trying to call like ever couple of minutes, but then after a few times, I just knew something was wrong. I went for my lunch break and tried again, still there was no answer. Then at around 2:00 i tried again, and a man answered. He was probably the wrecker guy or something, but I just hung up I thought that I had the wrong number. Then at about 3 just as I was about to leave, the Sheriff from our town came in and asked for my dad. They went and talked privately in his office. I tried to wait around but after 30 minutes, i had to leave. As I was leaving the office, I knew something had happened to mom and Katie, but you never want to let yourself think stuff like that, so I pushed it aside. I went home and went out on the boat with my friends,and at about 6:30 my brother came down at got me...he wouldn't look at me and i just knew something was wrong. The minute I walked into the basement door it was like I knew, I ran up the stairs and my dad had almost the same look on his face as he did when he had told me that my grandmother had passed on...I remember him telling me, all I could do was drop to the floor, and scream ,why, why God, why did this happen!!! I have never in my life, felt such misery, such pain.
God had just taken my best friend away from me, my MOM. She is the one who was always going to be there for me, she always told me that, no matter what, she would be with me till the end, and now she's gone. But I know she's not completely gone, she has left me with so much. This past year we (my mom and I) lived in Florida so that I could attend a private Chrisitan school, we grew so close during this time, and I can't think of anything better that could have happened to us...now I can truly say that she was and is my best friend.I can only wait now, until I'm will be rejoined with her once again, in Heaven but until then, there's a lot of pain, and emptiness that fills me up inside.
Liz
