I just got word that one of my friends was killed in a car accident on Monday night. Her oldest daughter Maya is two months younger than Gracie and her baby Abigail just turned 8 months old. We met at LLL when Maya was only 3 weeks old.
Apparently she and her husband had left the kids with her parents who are in town visiting from Michigan. I met her parents the day before her youngest was born at a playdate/field trip we had at a local museum. Her parents were both teachers and we talked a little bit about teaching school. Sarah was just huge with her baby and excited about her scheduled c-section the next day. Her baby was stuck breech, just as her first baby was so she got to plan day and time of the birth. They were just finishing building their dream house. Everything was perfect.
We went to Maya's birthday party in July. It was a family affair and we had a great time. Their new house is incredibly beautiful. Abigail was adorable and Maya was cute as a button. Sarah and I talked for awhile about the woes of toddlerhood and adjusting to the baby having a new fear of strangers. Gracie hung with Maya and played.
Sarah and Drew went out for dinner on Monday. They were in seperate vehicles. Sarah was hit by a woman that was speeding excessively and hit the median, jumping it, going airborne, and hitting Sarah head on. Both women were killed.
The service is tomorrow night. I don't even know how to go about attending the funneral of a friend. I am just sick to my stomach. Her babies, her poor babies. Abigail is exclusively breastfed. She needs her mommy. She doesn't even know what a bottle is. This is all just so hugely unfair I don't even know how to express it except that my heart is just so sad. The entire situation is my worst nightmare come true. My whole life seems to have been slammed into perspective.