My sister Ginny got a new Jeep Cherokee today. New to her, anyway. She had it delivered to her at work so she could drive it home. I hadn’t seen it yet, but I heard it was sweet.
She was less than five minutes from our house when a car full of five high school students lost control and hit her head-on going 50-60 miles per hour. She never saw it coming.
She was conscious and alert enough to give someone our home phone number. He called and said she was pinned in the Jeep and my parents flew out the door. She was airlifted to the hospital and I got on the phone and called all the necessary people and then we met everyone there.
Rescue workers said there were “bodies all over the road.” They had to cut the front end and the roof off of the Jeep to get Ginny out. Three of the kids from the other car were killed, including Janae, the first person that Sammi ever made friends with when we moved here almost twelve years ago. My sisters know or know of everyone involved. One of the girls who survived is on their volleyball team, but her outlook is sketchy right now. We know all the families, and my parents took Janae’s brother home after the accident, and the hospital has been an absolute circus of clergy and worried parents and kids who heard what happened on the news and rushed down. I can’t even be angry with the kids – we know them so well.
As for Ginny, she’s in surgery now. She has two broken femurs, a compound fracture in one of her tibias, and possibly a broken pelvis. They’re still waiting for results of a lot of the tests they ran. They’re putting pins in her legs. We got to visit her briefly before they took her to surgery and she said that unfortunately she remembers everything that happened. She’s so upset that the Jeep got totaled when she just got it today, but honestly, it saved her life. Her truck doesn’t have air bags and is very light and if she’d been in it, she almost certainly would have died. We’re so lucky that she got the Jeep today.
I was awesome until about an hour ago. I had adrenaline pumping and I made all the calls, made sure my sisters were dressed and ready, and did everything I had to do and completely held it together. But we needed to get Sammi and Jay home, and so my dad drove us back so I could stay with the girls here and he went back to be with Mom and Ginny and in the car on the way home I just completely lost it. And right now I feel like it’s all I can do to stand up and walk around.
I don’t really know what the next few days/weeks/months are going to be like, but please keep us in your thoughts/prayers/drinking anthems/whatever for a while. My sisters should not have to deal with this at this age. No one should have to deal with this at any age.
I’ve never been to a funeral before, but we’ll be going to at least one in the coming days. I’m so torn and have this weird survivor’s guilt – we are devastated about the other kids but so lucky that my sister made it.
Update: I just saw the wreck on the news, and holy shit. It’s a wonder anyone survived at all. I need to try to get some sleep.