It was June 9th, 2009, my 17th birthday, so of course we were partying. The party raged around and my phone was going off. My cousin Jace was calling, she had been drinking and she wanted to come see me but I didn’t answer. My girlfriend and I drove back to my house and fell asleep. We woke up around 9 a.m. with my sister standing in front of me crying. Our cousin had died, she exclaimed. I thought she was joking but the tears were real.
My cousin was driving home from Amarillo between 3 a.m. and 6 a.m. She had wrecked her mustang and rolled it 8 times. I went to the scene and walked around. I saw the dents in the sandbanks where her car hit. I counted all 8 spots. I found stuff that belonged to her – earrings, money, pieces of her car everywhere. My heart sank when I picked up a ripped sheet of paper left by the paramedics. They tried to keep her from fading but her heart stopped at 7:23 a.m., June 10th, 2009. Internal bleeding from her seat belt. The passenger, who wasn’t wearing a seat belt, survived the crash to be hit by an oncoming drunk driver. He lived with 3 broken vertebrae, 2 in his spine and 1 in his neck.