| Monday, January 26, 2009 |
| In Remembrance |
Today is an anniversary of something I haven't talked about in a long time, but for some reason this year I feel I should. I feel I should remind people about two lives that were taken 8 years ago on this day. These years have passed by so quickly for me, but for the two families that lost their son/brother I am sure that is not the case. I warn you that this is not going to be one of my normal posts, however I feel it is important.
8 years ago today, we were let out of school early because of snow, which was exciting because that meant our church youth group could leave earlier for our trip down to Winterblast. I was one of the drivers in a line of cars all filled with excited youth off to a weekend of fun. It was me, my best friend Sarah in the passenger seat, and 2 really hyper young boys in the back seat. Cody, 14, was one of my bass players on our youth worship team and was hilarious. Andy, 13, I had recently gotten to know from an earlier trip to mexico, he was a really sweet kid. They both had pretty big, incredibly loving and caring families that all went to our church. About 30 min away from our destination, my car slipped on some ice throwing us into oncoming traffic. My car was literally torn in 2, the front half going into the ditch and the back half was thrown about 40 feet away. Cody and Andy were both killed, Sarah and I walked out of it basically unscathed.
I was looking through my old journals just now, trying to find my pictures I have of Cody and Andy. I can't find the photos, they must be in a box somewhere, but I came across a journal entry I wrote on April 16, 2001, less than three months after the accident.
As my mind unwillingly flows in and out of the accident, I feel the car slipping on the ice... I hear myself shouting for everyone to hold on...I see the other car coming. I know something is not right. I close my eyes as I give up control to nature. My ears ring as I hear the crash. The sound stays in my ears to this day. I remember the dusty air bag, I remember the cracked windshield and the wipers still going back and forth. I remember just staying...how long did it take for me to realize that my life and many others would never from that day on be the same? I finally look to the right of me...Sarah...she is breathing...panicking. I unbuckle myself and then get her out of her seat belt that is choking her...and then, we realize.
Scanned from my Journal, written Feb 5th 2001 |
posted by jamie @ 8:44 PM  |
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| 4 Comments: |
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thanks for sharing jamie.
thinking of you.
lots of love,
rach x x x
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oh jamie. thanks for writing. love you.
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jamie,,, just read your post. am teary. i can't believe it's been so long ago. i'm glad you shared about it. remember when we went to that place on the drive one year and talked about all of it....how good if felt to share it.
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Hey Guys, thanks for the comments! love you and miss you all very much.
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thanks for sharing jamie.
thinking of you.
lots of love,
rach x x x