This morning my sister and I went to clean out her car that was totaled on 7/26/2017. The car was in my name. I signed for it at the beginning of June. The first payment hadn’t even been paid yet.
The afternoon of the 26th, my sister and I were driving home with her son who is 7 months old. She suddenly started having a seizure while turning left in an intersection. She had never had one before. We hit the person across the intersection from us and then didn’t stop until we hit the curb. She was still seizing for at least a minute after we stopped while I called 911. I had been in the backseat with the baby and could not grab the wheel.
These are the pictures from that day:
My sister broke her back in two spots, broke her ankle, and cracked four ribs. Since I was in the backseat, I ended up with just a concussion from hitting my head. The baby was completely fine. His car seat protected him, not even a scratch on him and he didn’t cry once.
It’s hard to even say how I feel about what happened, because it feels more like a dream if anything. It’s something that happened, but then life went on after that. Life just kept going and everything kept moving on.
Which makes days like today when we had to look at the car again in person so surreal. Or times like today when I get a headache and then I get winded and weak to where I can’t do much as a result of my concussion. It seems almost out of left field since everything carried on after our accident. Like if life can carry on, why can’t we?
Anyways, that is what happened and I don’t have any feelings towards it. There were a few days after the crash where my head/body hurt so much I wondered why I didn’t die, but now thinking about the accident just leaves me feeling tired.