I was up in Tennessee attending my great-grandmother's funeral when I got the call from her mom. It was, ironically, my 20th birthday. I remember talking to her a couple days before, just to let her know where I was and to plan how we would celebrate our birthdays when I got back. I wish I could have said something to keep her from drinking while I was gone...the thought never crossed my mind that something so horrible could happen.
What disturbs me so much after reading the comments on this forum is the anger and hate some of you have expressed. I understand your loss, but I wish someone would understand mine. My loss was the person responsible for the accident, but that doesn't make it any less of a tragedy. Yes, she caused the crash, yes, she was in the wrong, but there's still a huge hole in my life and in my heart where she used to be. Lindsay had friends and family just like Wes did, and no one here is making it any easier on them by calling her a bitch or saying that you'd fucking kill her if she were still alive. You're only making an awful situation that much worse.
I think about her every day and it's only very recently that I have found I can talk about her without crying. I miss her like all of you miss Wes. Please be kinder in the things you say and do. You are not the only ones hurting.