It is possible that the families did not know the extent of her alcoholism. Or were in denial.
Yes, alcoholics can be very good at hiding their problem. While I am sure the family knows she *drinks* they may not have known how much.
It is possible that the families did not know the extent of her alcoholism. Or were in denial.
Yes, alcoholics can be very good at hiding their problem. While I am sure the family knows she *drinks* they may not have known how much.
Your post reminded me of something.I agree this is a horrific turn to an already awful story. My question is, do you think her family knew this all along, and have just been waiting for it to come out? ...
It turned out that my injuries were more substantial than I initially believed, as I ended up needing surgery to 'repair' some broken vertebrae.Didn’t even want to be awake, but I had to get to the airport. So there I was, on the interstate driving towards Nashville at 4am. I had only gone a few miles when I saw them. They looked like headlights coming in my direction. How could that be? I’m northbound on a divided interstate. Nope, they’re definitely on my side. Worse, it looks like they’re in my lane!
I’ve heard that if this happens, you should slow and get right. I had been driving in the left-most lane so I cut over a few lanes. Much to my surprise, the oncoming vehicle cut left. He was still coming at me, so I cut hard back to the left. So does he.
By now, the separation between the two vehicles had reduced greatly. I remember being close enough to tell that it looked like a truck rather than a car. I also remember thinking that I was not going to be able to avoid a collision.
Next, I remember feeling, but not hearing, the collision. At this point, I remember not being able to see anything because my airbags had deployed. I felt my WJ spinning and then I felt a smaller collision from behind. I had spun around and hit the center median with my passenger side quarter. My jeep then slid down the median for about twenty feet before stopping.
I sat there for a little bit, taking stock and finding my cellular phone. I tried my door, not really expecting it to open. Surprisingly, it did. I stepped out of the remains of my jeep, happy that neither leg or ankle had been broken. I dialed 911 as I looked around. A trucker and a few cars had already stopped. To my right, I could see that the pickup that had hit me pretty much hadn’t moved from the impact site. It was ablaze. I’m somewhat ashamed that I can remember not caring whether the owner was still in it or not.
I had to start twice to explain to the emergency operator that an accident had happened. Turns out they already knew. I discovered that my white shirt was covered in blood…mine. I reached up to my face and came back with a bloody hand. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had a pretty bad gash between my lip and chin. I also had a bad cut on the inside of my mouth and had bitten through my tongue in three or four places.
I retrieved my wallet and pda from inside my console, which was twisted strangely. I also had another call to make. There was no way that I was going to let my wife learn what happened from the police or hospital.
Police, fire and ambulances showed up within a few minutes of the accident. Paramedics began asking all of the questions to determine whether I had rattled my brain too hard or was in shock. They strapped me to a backboard and were about to put me in the ambulance when my wife arrived. I asked her to talk to the troopers and find out where my jeep was going to be taken, then meet me at the nearby hospital. I’ve found that in high stress situations, it’s best to give her something to do so she doesn’t break down. I called work from within the ambulance, sirens in the background. Needless to say, they were very understanding about my not making it to the airport.
I mentioned that the 911 operator was already aware of the accident. This is because a couple guys on the southbound side of the interstate spotted the truck on the wrong side about seven miles (and three exits) north of the accident. The police were unable to reach him in time. The two guys stopped at the scene and pulled the drunk out of his truck. I had gotten out of mine as they were coming for me.
I got pretty lucky. My knees hit the bottom of the dash, but sustained no serious injury. The plastic surgeon used three layers of stitches to put my face back together. The doctors decided to not treat the wounds to the inside of my mouth and my tongue. Apparently, they heal better without stitches.
Later in the day, we went to the towing yard to retrieve personal property. This was the first time that I had actually seen the damage to the jeep. At the accident site, I had only seen the unmolested driver’s side and rear. The pickup had hit my jeep on the passenger side of the front bumper. The entire front and passenger side of the jeep is destroyed. While my seating position was completely undisturbed, a passenger in the front passenger seat would probably have been killed immediately. Passengers in the back seat would have been seriously injured. I don’t understand how the drunk escaped serious injury. The cab of his truck was very distorted and he did not have the benefit of an airbag. Drunk luck, I guess. I wasn’t able to recover much of my stuff. My GPSr died a horrible death, as did many of my belongings.
A trooper that spoke to us in the hospital told us that he was on the way to the hospital that the other driver had requested to be taken. He would be taken to jail as soon as he was released.
That was yesterday. Today, I’m hobbling around with sore knees and shoulders. My face is swollen and in pain. I can’t really talk in a way that can be understood as I’m trying to do so without using my lips or tongue.
A few weeks ago, my wife suggested that I drive her Acura to the airport. It gets better mileage than my Grand Cherokee and is older, so dings are less painful. I hadn’t made the switch, however. I just enjoyed driving my Jeep. It's a good thing.
OMG!!!! What the heck is it with people that causes them to be so stupid. Clearly something was wrong with that women and her husband or family should have stopped her cause I have NEVER heard of anyone saddening deciding to get druck and high out of the blue and this was only a while after her husband had left? BS HE HAD to have known something was wrong and so should her brother I feel horrible for the children and adults who lost their lives due to this families unablities to deal with its family members. On this same note sbell111 I am so sorry that boy's parents also choose to not face their son problems. I am so glad that you survived your accident and I had wished you had never had to go through that. Or that anyone else does I don't understand why people can't simply hand the keys over, call a friend or a cab? I mean in every large city in the US there are cab companies and in over 35 states there are MADD groups who offer free rides home to anyone druck who needs a ride home. People who make choices like this just sicken me.
I feel horrible for the children and adults who lost their lives due to this families unablities to deal with its family members.
Blaming her husband, family, friends, whomever isn't going to bring back any of the dead. My guess is that they will be living in their own special hell.
The Taconic is extremely windy and hard to negotiate sober. Too bad she didn't hit a tree instead. The other two cars would have been spared.I figured she didn't know the area/road and in some places (North of the accident) it can be easy to get on the wrong way. The Taconic isn't like a highway until you get down to Westchester.
If she was coming from the Thruway, she had to travel across the river to get to the Taconic,
Her reckless actions indicate a person that had a death wish. I have to wonder if she set out to do this. Maybe suicidal? Her neighbor said things don't add up she never observed her drinking or smoking pot.