Yesterday I attended a funeral for a 19 year old young man that I have known since he was 5. He was a member of the National Coast Guard. On December 28th he was returning from Oregon to Idaho, he was to be transfered to VA. It was icy and snowing and he rolled his car and died.
It was a difficult day for a variety of reasons but inparticular one very selfish reason. In October of 09 my then 16 yo daughter rolled her car trying to get home quickly because she was somewhere she shouldn't have been and didn't want to get caught. I was at the emergency room with my son at the time, who had an unknown virus attcking his body, when I get a call from another county hosiptal that my daughter is on her way there from the accident. She was fine, not a scratch on her, the towing yard told us that the car was so smashed that it was half of its size. He also told us he had no idea how anyone could have survived.
I looked at the casket of this young man who had so much going right in his life and asked the question that everyone asks at a funeral - why? I am grateful that Savanna survived, I just wish she didn't take it for granted that she was given a second chance.