One night almost 3 years ago exactly, I was playing a game online with my buddy (a friend of mine since elementary school), and we're having a fun time and I hear a loud bang in the background. Immediately I start typing to him that I heard a gunshot, which was followed only seconds later by cop car sirens. I thought there was some kind of shooting.
When I hear my neighbor's car rolling up to their driveway and they're getting out yelling and being frantic with each other, I pull up to the window of my room and ask my neighbor if they heard the gunshot. My response was, "Brian get your ass down here, your sister was just in a car accident."
My dad's out on a fishing trip with my uncle, my mom trying to sleep, so I grab her and we go down less than a block from our house and on the corner of the street is my neighbor's friends Honda CR-V, laying on its side, and a cop car smashed into a fence a few feet in front of it with it's lights on. The cops at the scene (they were there immediately, the one following the one who hit my neighbor's car (the bastards were both going 90 mph in a 45-zone with their lights off - the reason? a vandalism call) set up a scene and closed the streets right away. They kept telling us my sister was going to a hospital, and they were switching their story like crazy about which hospital she was going to and when we could be there. Still, even after my house was bombarded with "grief counselors" and cops and neighbors, I took their word that she was sitting on a bed getting emergency care, and I didn't believe it for a minute when my remaining sister told me that my 18-year old kid sister didn't make it.
**** life is bullshit sometimes.
Wow, man. I never knew that happened to you. I'm so sorry.
I watched my mom die about 3 years ago. I got the date tattooed on my forearm. That helped a little.