8 years ago today I was in Troy, AL at a band competition. Yes, I was in the band. Well, the Colorguard/dance line anyway. We were at one of our biggest competitions of the year when we got the news. 4 of our friends were in a car accident on their way to see us compete.
I didn't understand why everyone was so upset. I mean, of course I was upset, but everyone was freaking out, crying and screaming. I didn't understand why. Part of it was shock, and part of it was that feeling that you have when you're 17. Nothing can happen to you, or your friends. I knew they were hurt, but I knew they would all be fine. They had to be, they were just kids. It never crossed my mind that any of them would die.
But 2 of them did.
We were on the bus headed home trying to make plans to go visit them in the hospital, when we got the news that Darrah, one of my very best friends in the world at that point, passed away. It finally hit me then, that I would never see her or talk to her again. The overwhelming feeling of loss overtook me and I wasn't myself for weeks afterwards. I guess I've really never been the same.
Erin, one of the survivors, wrote this today...
8 years and I still wonder why I'm here and you're not..I still see you in the scars on my arm and in the 17-year-olds I teach who have so much ahead of them like we did that day..I still miss our talks and wonder who you would be if you were still here today like you should be..and I still try to live my live like the gift that it is..I miss them and I'll never forget them, especially Darrah. She was the one that I always turned to when I couldn't go to anyone else, the one I told everything to when I thought all of my other friends would think I was weird or stupid. She helped me through a hell of an identity crisis and she was the one who finally convinced me that Jason and I would be perfect together if I would just give him a chance.

I'll miss you always, always.