Another Mopar Off My Bucket List - Barracuda Fastback
Sad day today.
It was good to see so many of my relatives that I hadn't seen in years, but it was a bittersweet reunion. My aunt kept her composure through the funeral but broke down crying at the following reception.
I hadn't known that my cousin had regained consciousness after being struck by the bicyclist. I found out that my aunt had gotten to the hospital before the brain surgery. Even though her eyes were closed, Paulette (my cousin) clutched my aunt's hand and had tears streaming down the side of her face as they wheeled the gurney down the hall. Paulette couldn't speak but my aunt told her not to worry because she would be waiting for her when the procedure was over. That was the last time she saw her.
She had been struck so hard that she suffered several internal injuries in addition to the head trauma. They estimate the woman on the bike was traveling almost 40 mph when it happened.
It was a closed casket funeral.
It's hard not to be angry. That bike trail is frequented by many people that walk along it as well as little kids that play there. They say that no charges will be filed. If it was an out of control motorist driving at an unsafe speed that had killed someone I'm sure it would be viewed as a homicide.
Life's not always fair. It goes on even when tragedies take away those dear to us. I find myself questioning what is wrong with me. I'm sad. I feel numb. - but I can't cry. As much as I want to console my aunt, I find myself wanting to avoid her so I don't have to see the pain on her face. I don't have the words...
Paulette is survived by her mother, husband, and daughter.
