This is Jennifer and her favorite neice Christian, whome she loved dearly.
Click below to visit Jennnifer's Memorial:
Birth Date: April 21, 1973
Heaven Date: August 2, 1997
I don't remember much of the wreck. Well I actually have two memories, both very short. I have only told this to one other person. But I remember this horrible smell, and a fog or smoke (I'm not sure) I wasn't able to feel my body, my right arm was bend up, I could move it back and forth about half an inch. My neck and head I could bob slightly, I felt like I was chocking, couldn't breath, my left arm was wet, I didn't know where I was, or what was happening. I was aware of Jennifer thou, somehow I knew she was with me, I kept bobbing my head trying to see her. To make sure she was there, that she was OK. And I couldn't. I couldn't hear her either. I was trying so hard to call her name and couldn't. I will never forget that 5/10 seconds of consciousness, ever. It is what keeps me up and night.
Do Not Stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and Cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
THE UNDEFENDED VICTIM
For me, no gavel hammers.
The scales were never weighed.
My crime was that of "victim"
MY LIFE, the price I paid.
And when my life was taken...
Why were MY "rights" not read?
And the statement "Overruled."
When they pronounced me DEAD!
No lawyer to call on me,
To take the witness stand
My fate was decided when --
Left in the offender's hand.
Yet, NOW the courtroom's crowded,
A lawyer pleads HIS case...
And the glimmer of a tear,
Creeps down his 'sober' face.
OH, that I could take the stand...
They'd witness my LAST BREATH.
And they could see the TERROR.
I went through facing DEATH!
But they missed MY "Pleading" Cries.
The look upon MY face.
...The scales have not yet been,
'Balanced' in this case!
If I could tell the jury
Exactly how it was,
The FEAR and PAIN I went through
Struck down without a cause.
Can the jury weigh it all...
..Now listening to his pleas?
The only emotion now...
His hopes of going free.
The final verdict now is in!
The defendant...in tears.
If only I'D done as WELL!
Given PROBATION or FOUR YEARS.
Please don't be upset when you see me here,
For I am no longer confined, I'm everywhere.
Don't shed any tears because I left you behind,
but keep e in your heart and keep me in your mind.
Ii just started the journey earlier than you,
for God had some chores only I could do.
I'll decorate the heavens for the angels delight,
I'll polish the stars that light up your night.
I'll be everything I always wanted to be,
safe in his promise of eternity.
And when he calls you, for your special chore,
I'll be that smiling angel that opens the door.
These are my children, "JR" and Melissa. They have both gone thru so much because of the drunk driver, they lost Jennifer who they loved dearly and had to stay with family out of state for a year, being away from thier mom and home while I healed.
I would like to say thank you to Desiree
Johnson. Without her not only would this page never of been done (it is her genius and hard work) but I would never of gotten this far in my healing. I am so very lucky to call her friend. Thank you Des.
This is Jonathan Rogers, he is our local, Chief of Police. When he became aware of the accident he often came
to my home to check on me, to see if I needed anything, or if there was any way he could help! He has also made a big difference in our community in reducing the number of DUI wrecks. Emerson Ga has a population of 1,200 and
in 1997 we had 10 dui wrecks. Thanks to the work done by our police department that number was reduced to three in 1998. A tremendous difference.
This is Kyle Teems, he is an EMT and an Emerson Police officer. Standing with him is Danny Howell another EMT. They both not only took me to the hosp. and Dr. approx 20 times during my recovery but stayed with me at the Dr. to provide comfort and Kyle actually had to make my Dr fix my arm when he refused to admit he set it wrong. They also came to the house and helped when I was having a bad reaction to my pain medication helping me avoid yet enother trip to the hospital.
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