A mother waiting for her daughter to come home |
It was 2:13 in the morning. I was in my bedroom, hands clenched together, waiting for my daughter Hallie to come home from a party. I don't know how many times I have prayed for Hallie's safety. My husband wiped my tears off with his hand. There was a knock at the door. Excited for it to be Hallie, I got up and opened the door. My husband came after me. Standing at the door wasnt my daughter, but two policemen. I couldn't say anything. "Ma'am, may we come in? We have some information about your daughter." I nodded and went into the Living room to talk. The policemen smelled of coffee and doughnuts. They told me that Hallie died by a drunk driver. She swerved and hit a tree and her head smashed through the window. I completely lost it. I held my husband and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. Before the policemen left, they gave me Hallie's necklace that I have given her when she was a child. A month later... Dear Hallie It's been a month now since you passed away. I have been on Oprah to talk about my experience and I told students about drunk driving. I hate telling my story over and over but it's good for others to realize how drunk driving is bad. I am enclosing the necklace that I have given you. I love you and I'll never forget you Mom I placed my letter and the necklace in a shoebox and buried it next to my daughter in the backyard. I kissed the ground and cried. |