Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Now it is officially tomorrow, and I don't think the sun is coming out quite yet.

If you are new to the blog, you may not know that my sister was killed in a car accident almost 4.5 years ago. Ever since then I keep my phone with me at all times and am a little paranoid. My paranoia is at its worst when my mom calls me, (especially twice in a row, or at an abnormally early or late hour).

Tonight I was watching a movie while Mr. Incredible slept, (worked till 8 again and is feeling like poo). The phone rang and it was my mom.

My heart immediately jumped in my throat. Then I looked up and it said 10:18. My heart lowered to its original place. 10:18 is not that late, so I figured it must not be anything.

Then I heard one of the worst sounds in the world. I guess it is not technically a sound, but a group of sounds that encompass a word and a second, (which feels like forever).

She said "hello," with terror in her voice through sobs.

Immediately my heart returned to its previous position and stopped beating, my eyes welled with tears, and the only word I could get out {practically yell} through my choked up, terrified voice was, "what?"

I was back at October 6th.

I just knew my sister or brother was dead. Not hurt, dead. I could hear the terror in her hello that told me this was not a possibility, but a definte.

This all took place in a second or two, but man it sure felt like 10 minutes at least.

I couldn't make out all of what she said through her sobs, but I heard, "Belle...hit... car." I heard enough. My mom's dog Belle was hit by a car and killed.

I breathed a sigh of relief for like a millisecond, but then cried with her for her loss. I told her I would come over. When we hung up I lost it. October 6th was such a shock. Even though it was almost 4.5 years ago, this brought it right back. It took me a moment for my body to return to normal. Also, I was crying tears of praise that it was not my sister or my brother.

I jumped in my car and drove over there. On my way I cried for my mom's loss. I empathized because I know how it feels to love a dog more than you should. Mr. Incredible and I can't discuss losing Bolt with out crying and we are just talking hypothetically.

My mom didn't know what to do with her body, (who would though), so I was on my way over to help with all that. Praise God that my mom has some awesome neighbors who came to the rescue. They brought her from the street, wrapped her in a cloth and put her in a bag. I would have done it for my mom's sake, but I am so thankful that I did not have to. Honestly, I would have been a bit scarred by that. This is why it is imperative that we pray for my mom. If I would have been scarred from seeing her body, how much more scarring will occur for my mom who a. loved her more than anyone else did in this world, and b. witnessed the accident?!

My mom took me to where it happened and I saw the pool of blood. She told me how she was trying to wrangle her back home when a car sped down the street toward them. My mom, (who was in the street with her), watched as a car curved around her and proceeded to run over Belle then DRIVE AWAY!!

How can you not know what just happened? I know you felt it! Why else would a woman be in the middle of the street at 10 PM in her night gown and barefooted?! Obviously there is a reason she is in the street. Most likely it is for her pet. Seriously people. And don't speed in a neighborhood! Geez!

Needless to say I praised Jesus more than once tonight that it was not my sister or brother. I still am, however, very sad about Belle. My mom is heartbroken, and worst of it all is that she had to witness it.

Please pray for my mom. Pray for peace and pray that those images will be erased from her mind.

Tomorrow we will bury Belle and make a grave marker of sorts to memorialize her. Tonight I will be cuddling Bolt extra tight, and praising Jesus a few more times that it was not my sister or brother.

Belle with her sisters, Sammie and Angelica.


  1. the dogs looks like shih tzus?
    i'm so sorry about that I'd be really upset if it were my dog!

  2. I'm so sorry for your Mom's loss and I'll be sure to keep her in my prayers! JP and I just got a puppy last week and I am already attached. I couldn't imagine having her longer and experiencing this pain! Lots of love.

  3. So sorry for your mom's loss. I cannot imagine!

    If you're not sure where to bury her, there is actually a place in Pecan Grove on Pitts that has a pet cemetery or something of that sort. I don't know the name, but it's owned by the woman who runs Parkland Kennel and it is right next door. The woman who runs it is incredibly sweet (we board our dogs there)

    Thinking of all of you!