day was, April 25, 1999, and it was a beautiful day outside. Every thing was
great. My grandparents had just bought a house at the lake and they were in the process of remodeling it. They had come a long way, but it still wasnt finished. Well, they had a cookout, and Andrea went up there
when she got off work. She worked at Cracker Barrell. The rest of the family
was already there. My mother had took Andreas little girl up there with her. Her name is Brittany, and she had just turned
3 on April 17th.
gave my grandmother her dinning room table and that was the first time they had eaten on it at the lake house. If she only
knew it was her last time. Andrea ate two helpings of spaghetti . She always
did have a good appetite. Anyways, it was a great time they said. I had gone
on a motorcycle ride with my boyfriend, and the ride lasted longer than I intended for it to. I was going to go to the lake
but I got back too late. I guess Andrea left the lake about 4:30 and headed home
with Brittany. She was the light of her life. She stopped by the grocery store to get things to cook for supper. (Told you
she ate good) Ha
was a little after 6:00 When a friend of hers pulled up in her yard. Andrea, Kevin(her fiance) and Brittany went out to talk. They ended up sending Brittany in to put her shoes on, and at that time was when the
Ford Explorer Came up and around the hill out of control Killing Andrea instantly. It threw Kevin into the back of his truck,
and he had Andreas hand, but she couldnt get out of the way !! He thought she
got out of the way, but He said that when the dust cleared She was lying there dead. They pronounced her dead at 6:26. I know that was very hard for him and still is. When my mother arrived she was still
laying on the ground with a sheet over her. My mother will never be the same
again. Of course not after losing a child. I know many people lose children and
I dont know how they cope with it. I know that losing a sibling is hard enough.
I dont have any children, but this is hard enough.
arrived at the seen at about 8:00 or so. I think that the good Lord kept me away
for a reason. When I got there people were still lined down the street, and all
in her yard. I still did not know she was dead. My mother had sent two friends
to get me and she did not want them to tell me, because she knew I was going to go crazy.
I knew she had been hit by a car, and that she was hurt bad. It had crossed
my mind that she my be dead, Because I couldnt figure out why we were going to her house instead of the hosipital. But you
know, I shoved that right out of my head, because of course, I did not want to
emagine that. I was already going nut, and getting mad because my friends wouldnt
tell me anything. Well, we got to her house and I walked in the door and my mother
was on the phone. As soon as I walked in I heard her say Hockiday Funeral Home!!!!
Well my friend, thats when I realized that she was dead. I lost it. I
mean I lost it.
I have three sisters. We are all 18 months apart. I am the baby, and Andrea was
the closes to my age, so we were like two peas in a pod. I love all my sisters equal but we had more in common.That's when I learned what a broken heart really is.
Andrea's sister, Angie.