The only way to know GOOD is to experience BAD!

AUGUST 20TH, 2009 AT 4:20. I will never that day. The sky was blue, and the sun radiant as ever. Such a wonderful day I thought to myself. The day soon ended, just like every other normal day.I came home from dance, and joined my brother as he was watching T.V on our couch. More like the T.V was on and he was playing a show in his mind. I begin to sit down, but before I do he turns his face towards me. His face hard as rock. "Sarah, something terrible happend." I go to open my mouth to ask what happend. He holds up his hand, and proceeds to talk. My mouth shuts, and I listen..

There was an accident..a few of Andrews Co-Workers were driving back from a work site .In front of them was a black car. The driver was on their cellphone and in their distraction from the road the black car veered across the yellow line into the other lane crashing into the side of a semi. Crushing the black car on impact. The semi driver tried to swerve out of the way, but in doing so he smashed into the work truck they had. It was carrying trailor. The cab of the truck was crushed, on impact and the work truck was jack-knifed. There was four people in the truck. I guess there was a off duty cop driving by seeing the entire thing. He pulled one victim from the truck, a 17 year old. He's in critical condition and they air-lifted him down to Ann Arbor. "What about the other three I ask..?" They..they didn't make it.

Tears fill my eyes~~~

The next day Hunter had more information and told me more------
The driver died first, they say. And it was Dan, the boss's younger brother. He's married, and EXPECTING! His wife is five months pregnant. And they were supposed to find out this weekend what the sex of the child is going to be.
Hunter stopped and looked down..then back up at me. He doesn't even get to know what his child is going to be. And the other two, ones seventeen, and the other eighteen. Both are brothers. The seventeen year old it was his second week working, and the eighteen year old, he recieved a scholarship and was going off to college the very next day. Sarah, it was the beginning of their end.
I'm having trouble taking this all in. Where is this Almighty God who is supposed to keep bad things from happening to good people. Esspecially the ones who have SO MUCH life ahead of them.WHY?
-Hunter finished telling me more than I needed to know. And giving me a lot think upon left my mind uneasy.

----That day August 20th 2009 at 4:20. My brother Andrew was working alone. He was supposed to go to the work site with the boys. But one had to work alone. And no one wanted to. So Andrew decided he would be kind as to volunteer to be the one who work by himself. While the other boys got in that truck with the trailor attached and drove to the worksite. My brother was going to be the one driving the work truck that day. But he didn't. He worked alone.
They say I should be thankful that it wasn't my brother in that truck. And believe me I am VERY thankful it wasn't my brother. But how selfish is that to think..? When there were four brothers in truck! What about them? Although they are no bioligical relation to me. I felt the pain as though they were my relations.I felt the pain of the now widow..who is expecting a child. Who had never imagined that that day her life would be forever changed.
**I play this little video in my mind that I'm that wife, waking up that day so happy I have a wonderful husband who loves me, and a amazing miracle growing inside me. "Goodmorning my love", as I smile. He says it back, we have no time for breakfast but promise to have a special dinner tonight. " I love you" I say as he leaves for work. " I love you too" We kiss and he drives away.....I making a special dinner for us..when I get a call..I drop to the floor**

And I play more in my head..Some that things were said wrong, or that there was a fight. And I guess the point of me playing these videos, was that something so terrible can happen to just regular people, And we never know when the day is going to be when were gone.
--So tell your loved ones that you love them each and every day. Because they can be taken away it's least expected--

Okay

I love my mother. She brought me into this world, so how can I not. Though my love for my mother is there, something else is missing. A friendship, and no communication. I've often struggled trying to fathom the idea of two people who are practically a part of eachother, can barely speak to the other. Let alone even look the other in the eye. It wasn't until recently that I came find the reason for our noexisting relationship with her. That I caused this distance. That when we hug the eachother it feels as thought there are a million seas between us two. Why did I let this happen. I have experience few hardships in my life. I needed her, they were unbearable. I knew though with her help I could get through anything. As long as she was there for guidance, and comfort. I tried recalling back to my childhood when my mom and me were very close. And on saturday mornings I would come into her room and crawl into bed with her, only to sleep the morning away together. I guess somewhere along my teenage years I forgot all of this. So just the other day I went into her room and crawled in her bed. She was surprized, we talked for hours about all my problems. We laughed together and cried together. She held me close, and kissed my forehead and told me it was going to be okay. And in that very moment everything was okay. Because I was there with my mother The piece I lost. And longed for. Today I got it back, and all is okay.