In Memory of Kyra


I am not sure I should be writing this now, but I feel the need to express.

I now understand what it is to lose someone to a drunk driver. Losing someone is hard. Losing them in a tragic accident is worse. It compounds when that person is a child. Kyra lived 9 years on this earth. She lived each day to its fullest and spent her words with abandon to anyone who would listen. She was bubbly and intelligent. She loved people.

Kyra's grandmother (who was driving) and her six year old brother came through the accident with lacerations and some road rash. Physically they will be fine. Emotionally...that is to be seen. Micki has strong faith in God, and He has already shown signs of carrying her through this.

I have compassion for the man who hit them. In no way am I condoning what he did, however, I cannot imagine being in his shoes. He has killed a child and now has to live with that for the rest of his life. I do not imagine him as some monster, as some horrible person because I am sure he did not set out that night to do what he did. I imagine that he is an average guy who got drunk for some reason and now has to face this.

I hardly know what to say to Micki. My prayers go up for her (and the rest of the family) consistantly.

I am tired. I do not know what else to sayhere. I am grieving and life has to go on. I know that is why I am tired. I went to work today and tried to pretend that nothing is going on.

me.