Most of you know that on June 13th, 1985, my car was run over by a box van truck, trapping my youngest daughter, Katie, and me inside.
I have no recollection of actually being in the car, and I do not recall Katie being in or out of the car after the accident. In time, I knew we were out of the car, but it just didn’t make sense. It was a warm, sunny day, and I recall seeing bright blue skies once the roof was lifted off of us.
Katie lingered in a coma until June 19th. Then Katie went home to be with God.
It’s been 41 years since that horrible day. One might think the memories and the pain would not be as sharp. But it is. I wonder what might have been.
I’m allowing myself a little bit of grief before I pack it all up again and go through the motions of the day.
My life is a good one. I have many loves. I am blessed. But until the day that I pass from this life to the next, I shall miss my girl and look forward to meeting her when I open my eyes in a whole new world.
In another life, we will meet each other again. And our story will have a happy ending.
Kathleen Alynne
November 8, 1978 ~ June 19, 1985