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No Tomorrow


Reckless Driving. How do you think your parents will feel if they find you in the middle of the street after a horrible accident? Hurt, "Why she could not wait to text her friend back, no conversation is worth your life" My daughter was a senior, now all i see is her remaining pieces in the street. Why you did not stop when you seen her? I am not blaming you Mr. Driver, I am very hurt. I can not see my daughter anymore. I can not even see her walk the stage to graduate, not even take pictures of her for prom. Why did she have to go so soon? Was the conversation really worth it? My daughter's life? Speed was not a factor, nor was drugs, so why did she have to end this way? I sit here and I weep on how I will never see my daughter again. I will never get to cater to her when she is sick, or when she has a broken heart. But hey, Mr. Driver is okay, he walked away with a few scratches. But no, not my daughter. There will be no tomorrow for my daughter. No graduation. No prom. No marriage. No children. Oh, how I will miss my princess. "No text is worth your life, do not text and drive"
 
 
 
 

 

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