two broken pieces of her , a one piece that she kept for herself and the other one for the one she loved.
I wrote this for my nana, who I’m very close to and she recently passed.
Monica Rest In Peace 03/04/2020
When we were teenagers my sister and I were hit head-on by a drunk driver and she died that night. This is my experience of being in the accident, the aftermath, and my thoughts on losing her.
Father wasn't the only one who died that day
We did too and every other Christmas day.
I grew up with undiagnosed panic disorder. As a teenager my sister and I were hit by a drunk driver and she died that night. She was an actress, a classical pianist, a cheerleader, her senior class...
two broken pieces of her , a one piece that she kept for herself and the other one for the one she loved.
I wrote this for my nana, who I’m very close to and she recently passed.
Monica Rest In Peace 03/04/2020
When we were teenagers my sister and I were hit head-on by a drunk driver and she died that night. This is my experience of being in the accident, the aftermath, and my thoughts on losing her.
Father wasn't the only one who died that day
We did too and every other Christmas day.
I grew up with undiagnosed panic disorder. As a teenager my sister and I were hit by a drunk driver and she died that night. She was an actress, a classical pianist, a cheerleader, her senior class...