If you don't read any of this, just please hear the first paragraph. This story is more of a plea then for sympathy. Don't drink and drive. Don't let your friends drink and drive. Please.
I just got news last night that a very good friend of mine died two weeks ago. It took me so long to find out because I don't normally read the obitiuaries and the story of the accident didn't have her name because it took a week to identify her car and body. Also, I don't know if you all remember my friend that I let live with me a few months back, but she was the one calling me like crazy to break the news. I wasn't prepared to talk to her, so I didn't return her calls. I hadn't hung out with Jenny or called her lately because like my other friend, they were starting to party to much for my liking.
Jenny was at our friend Diane's birthday party. She got drunk and left the party in Diane's car. She hit a telephone pole. The power transformer fell on top of her car and exploded. Her body was to badly burned to recognize. The only thing that didn't burn was a ring on her finger that my friend Elly had given her. That is how Elly was able to identify her.
The ironic part is I went on that call out. (I work for the phone company.) We always go out for downed poles. It didn't even (and it never does) cross my mind that someone died when they knock down a pole.
Jenny left behind a two year old son. She had a rough childhood with drug addict parents, so she really didn't leave much family behind. Her only brother died of a drug overdose last year.
As of right now, her loser boyfriend is going to raise the son. I haven't said anything to anyone yet, but I'm mulling over the idea of taking her son. I bet the bf would let me have him. That's a big commitment, so I really have to think about it.
Jenny and her son:
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