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Summer to Remember
by Vanessa
The day of June ninth two thousand and one never happened for me to my knowledge. It gave me both strength and understanding. It seems that it was a good day but, I can’t even remember that part. I have been told many stories about that day. This is my story so buckle your seat belts this will be a bumpy ride.
My journey began on June ninth two thousand and one. My mom and my sister Jamie had left to bring my niece back to her mother, whom just so happen to be my oldest sister Nicole. My dad and I were the only ones home that day. That night my dad had went to work at Bagwell Brothers. He was a welder that worked in the shop.
I spent the beginning of the day sleeping and then I got a telephone call from my boyfriend Brandon. I decided to go out that night with him and my friend Ashley. I woke up, got myself ready, went to pick up Ashley, and last I stopped at Brandon’s. Brandon and I ended up switching seats. I was now the passenger. We went to Copeland’s, where our friend Katie worked, to see what time she got off of work. We invited Katie and some other friends to meet us, after she got off work to go out with us as well.
We were in the process of heading back to Youngsville on the way to Abbeville. Why we were going to Abbeville is beyond me! Apparently, there was another car that was going to slow for Brandon. There was lots of water on both the roads and in the ditch. We were passing the car up and we ended up skidding into the ditch. The car stopped only because it hit a mailbox. Brandon got out of the car, called his dad while Ashley and I stayed in the car. Due to water coming in through the doors, we got out. We were in the process of going to stand in a field, on the side of the road, when tragedy struck!
Before we made it to the field another car came skidding and hit both Ashley and me. We were both knocked unconscious and transported to Lafayette General. It was a summer to remember because I was in a coma that lasted ten days. Ashley received a minor concussion and was sent home the next day. I had more to worry about than anyone could imagine. I awoke from a coma hearing that Brandon had left me for another girl, I couldn’t walk, and my life was basically gone.
In the meantime, my dad had come straight to the hospital when he found out. My mom, and my two sisters jumped in the car and drove ten hours straight to the hospital. I lived at Lafayette General for three weeks then was transferred to a hospital in New Orleans called Touro Infirmary.
I went through intensive therapy in Lafayette and New Orleans. I relearned how to walk, eat, talk, and go to the bathroom alone. I had forgotten everything a person should know how to do. I was living my life now in a major state of confusement!
I do not remember Lafayette General, being in a coma, my accident, much less the day of June ninth. My friends all stayed by my side while I was at Lafayette General. They all told my parents and sisters how sorry they were and they hoped I got better.
I had not seen or heard from Brandon. In the month of August Touro released me home to only begin another life. I like to call it the real month. I still needed outpatient therapy to "fine tune" little things. I came home and remembered all the faces that were part of my life before, and after.
Some of me hated to understand that I had to repeat all these things I already knew. A few friends still came around to see how I was doing. I had no idea what the world had to offer me so, I was a really scared person.
I came to realize that no matter how many people I stay friends with there will always be a void between us. There will always be that couple of months that I wasn’t there. All my friends took turns disappearing from my life.
I attended therapy for a total of nine months doing things people my age joke about. I felt I was being forced to be a strong person, when really I was a scared little girl. I had to leave behind all the things I normally would have done and grow wise beyond my years.
Now it is the month of September and a lot has changed about me. I still have not seen or heard from Brandon. I still have love for him but, he no longer has that control over me. Some friends still come around now and then but their being here is no longer important to me. I can now do all of the things I’ve relearned in therapy and then some. A few things still need to be worked on but, I’m doing it one step at a time. I’m rebuilding my life and loving every minute of it!
I learned in just one summer what in my life was really important. It showed me who I was and what I was doing. No matter how old that I am, when I die, this one single summer will always be in my heart. It will always be a memory to look back and reflect upon. It will always be a summer to remember.
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