The day after the accident, there was an article in the local newspaper about Ada, saying that she was in critical condition and that her car had hit a pole for an unknown reason. It was 2 a.m. on Sunday morning - people might want to know what was she doing out at the time.
Ada and her brother worked that night and came home after 11 o'clock. Showered and changed, all 3 kids piled up on my bed and we started talking. It was a normal ritual we had when Ada was home, which is not often enough. She is a busy girl, always going somewhere, doing something and constantly talking to somebody. About 1:15 she told me that she was going out to see a friend. This particular friend of hers had called many times before when he needed a ride home or was too drunk to find his car, and off she would go to pick him up and take him home. This was not the first time. That's who she is, always worring about other people. She went, and half way there, her car got hit by another car. The driver who was drunk, walked off with no harm, admitted to the police that he had been drinking from 4 o'clock in the afternoon till 1 a.m.
I am angry, oh yes, and I think I have a right to be angry. My daughter can no longer jump into my bed, with a bag of chips, telling me about her day, how much money she made, who she had met or talked to today. We talked about everything. Then she would curl up next to me and fall asleep. She won't be coming home soon. Now all I can do is to sit at her bedside, holding her hand, telling her how my day went, with a little hope that she can hear what I just said.
I will forgive and forget, when I am ready. I know I have to, but please don't tell me to do it now.
For her friend, I hope that he can admit about his drinking problem. He has to call the cab from now on. Many people have told me that it is not his fault. Really? She was in her pajamas when he called. I have a right to be angry, don't you think? If your friend called and told you that she would be there in 15 minutes but she did not show up at all, would you wait 2 weeks to show up at the hospital? He was out of the country, someone told me. Spring break in Mexico, laying in the sun while my daughter laid in hospital bed with all the life support she can get. John was flying to New York when he heard the news, and bought another plane ticket back to see her. Grant took a week off and flew in as soon as he could. David came all the way from France to see her, missed his flight, slept in the DC airport for a night, and many friends who live far way have been asking their parents if they can visit Ada. Many have been here everyday or as much as they can.
I should appreciate that there are so many people who love her, care for her, have been visiting her and praying for her, which I do. But, let me be angry, so I can keep my sanity, please.