I received the phone call that we all think, hope and pray, we never will get. Although it was almost
a week ago, I still at moments do not believe it. Never have I felt such pain.

My mother was killed last Thursday evening in a horrible and tragic accident. She walking across the street at an intersection. She almost made it to the other side.
She was on her way back up to New York, from Florida, to live near myself and the rest of her family. We were both so excited.
She only had four more hours to go.

Never again will I talk on my phone as I drive,
or pick it up to see who is calling.
I won't rush through a yellow light or become upset as I wait for someone to cross the street.
I don't know if I will ever run on the road again.
All I think about when I see a car pass is how it must have been for her.

In her memory, I am pleading with you to have some of the same forethought.

She was without a doubt, the most beautiful and caring person I will ever know.
She thought of others always, way before she thought of herself.
I was always so proud to say she was my mother.
She was a very young mother, who showed such strength and fierce love for her children.
I never knew the sacrifices she made for me until had my own children.
She taught me to be strong and independent, and to be quiet and caring.
I am having problems imagining a heaven right now, though I am trying.
I really hope there is one, because that is where she should be...with only peace, happiness and long lost loved ones to surround her.