Tragic Sense of Life

I cannot honestly say I've had a bad day that has ever been darker than a day close to eight years ago. It was into the later days of summer vacation. I was enjoying yet another day of freedom, sinking into the cushions of the couch as I watched television with my younger siblings. My happy laziness was short lived, however, by a phone call that plunged my day and more to pass into a morbid darkness. A classmate delivered the news of a horrific car accident that had taken place in Montana only earlier that very day. A good friend of mine had been a passenger in one of the cars involved in the head-on-collision. While the other victims of the crash were able to walk away, my friend had died upon impact. Being age twelve at the time, it was the last thing I had ever expected or wanted to hear. I felt a great deal of sadness not only for the loss of my friend, but for her mother as well. Her only daughter had been taken away from her at such a young and innocent age. I could not even begin to fathom how much anguish and grief her mother was going through.