by K M Draughn

Created on: April 28, 2009

What a horrible thing to know that someone has died and think I am partly to blame or am I.

When my husband and I were dating he left my house one Friday night to go home the drive was sixty miles to his house, a long winding road and several bars in between.

We had dated for about 5 months at that time, and our wedding was one month away. At that point in our relationship we had never argued that is until that night. He had planned on attending an event that weekend where there would be alcohol, and most of his buddies would be drinking. He told me he wouldn't drink but I was not sure, we had not been to anything like this before while were dating. I had been raised in a strict Baptist home where liquor was never allowed, and even though I had uncles who had, in fact a couple of them the stuff eventually took its toll on their livers and they died from it, so I was not happy when my future husband decided that he wanted to go, and wanted me to go with him, and I said I would stay home, he could go by himself. He left that night mad at me, and I was upset but I felt I had to stand my ground.

Saturday morning very early about six o'clock the phone rang, it was him, I thought he is calling to apologize, but then I caught something strange in his voice. He said I've got something to tell you, and it is bad. He began to tell me about the car accident he had on the way home. I asked why he did not call me when it happened, he said he did not want me on the road at that hour, and knew if he had called that is exactly what I would have done, jumped in my car and went to where he was.

What had happened was he went across a high overpass, and when he got to the top, there was a car in his lane coming straight at him, he said all he could do was put on the breaks and wait for the collision. There was no where for him to go, he was driving a jacked up 4x4, that he had just lowered the body down several inches, if it had still been as high as it had been before he would have went over the car like one of those trucks in a monster truck show.

He said when the truck stopped moving there was a silence, everything was quite but the strange hissing noise of the radiator. There was not a sound coming from the car that had hit him. He had lost his glasses in the impact and his arm and chest were hurting bad, he crawled out onto the bridge rail and tried to see inside the other car, but without his glasses all he could see was a haze. By this time there were other people on the bridge,

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