My entry into this sad club began with a phone call on 4-12-11 at 2:30 pm. It was the FHP asking me if I knew my daughter had been in an accident. I said no. There was no way they could have been talking about my 20 year old daughter who had gotten up at 5:00 am to be to work at Kohl's by 6:00am. Not my daughter who called me when she got there and called me when she clocked out at 11:15 am. She said she was tired and on her way home. She called me at 11:30 and said her friend Randi had called and she was going to go there instead.
The next thing I know is I hear a knock on the front door. I was at home during the day because I had just lost my job of 10 years when the company closed. ( Boy was I stupid. I felt so sorry for myself for losing my job. I thought this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. What an idiot I was) It was Kasey at the front door. I don't know why I did it this way because I never had before, but I went to the back door first before unlocking the front door for Kasey. I did this because Kasey had a pitbull dog (Roxie) that loves people but does not get along with my 2 Lab mix dogs. Kasey's dog stays in the back yard and my dogs stay in the front. The locked front door is the signal that Roxie is in the house so the dogs don't meet. We alternate bringing them inside so they can get a/c and people time. EVERY other time I would have just opened the front door and let Kasey slip in. Every day I think what a difference those few seconds could have made.
Kasey runs in the house to grab $20. She says I have to hurry Randi and Kylie are in the car. Kylie is Randi's 3 year old daughter. She says bye and runs out the door. I remember looking out the front door as she was walking out the gate. I thought "oh, that is what she wore to work , she sure looks pretty. This was at 12:22pm. We live in a rural area where all the roads are dead ends and you can only get out by turning onto an extremely busy 2 lane highway with a speed limit of 55. I sometimes have to sit there for a full five minutes before I can turn left. My daughter apparently did a tap and go and pulled right out in front of a truck at 12:24. My baby was dying 1 minute away and I had no idea until the phone rings at 2:30. I asked if she was alive and he said she was when they Bay Flighted her out.
I then drove by myself to the ER that was 65 minutes away. It was the longest drive of my life. When I got there she didn't look that bad. I thought we can do this, however long it takes. Then the DR tells you she has a Christopher Reeve type of broken neck. Then I think oh no we are in big trouble, she would not want to live like that. The next words were she also has unsurvivable brain damage. That was it, my baby was gone. She "lived" until 4-14-11 but I know my baby died in that car. She was my only child and she had no children. She donated her organs and I was told yesterday she saved the lives of 4 people.
I miss her more and more everyday and I see no point in going on. Her father and I divorced when she was 3. It was just the 2 of us together. We spoke every morning and every night. I am lost without her.
Both girls were wearing seat belts. Randi spent 5 weeks in the hospital and is expected to fully recover. Kylie was in her car seat and did not have a scratch on her.
Kasey Lynn I Love You a Million, Billion, Trillion Jupiters and back, Love Mommy