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Death in the morning

Rogers High School Student Struck and Killed Running for Bus

She lives not too far from us, goes to high school with my daughter who just turned seventeen. She got up this morning, showered, dressed, put on her make up as most teenagers do in preparation for their day. Then she grabbed her back pack, went out the door and she won't ever be coming back.

I haven't talked to my girl yet. I haven't hugged her yet and told her I'm sorry. I haven't been able to look in her eyes and see if this has lessened her sense of being immortal. Death doesn't come to anyone my can' won' just did.

My heart aches for her parents. I drove by the accident scene this morning where the police and press are still gathered. Cameras are out, lights are set and talking heads are recording their horrible messages of a sweet young girls life cut too short. Flowers and stuffed animals and candles will soon be appearing there as a makeshift memorial to her life.

I want to hug my baby girl and tell her that I love her.

Update: She came home and we hugged and hugged. She told me the girl's name was Nadia, a sophomore there at Rogers High School. She said the shcool was hushed and quiet today. Subdued as the youthful kids felt that perhaps they aren't immune to death after all.

Here is the memorial her friends have set up for her. My son knew Nadia better than my daughter did. He's the one that wanted to go to the site.
Image hosting by Photobucket Nadia had a blog as well. Her friends are sending her messages of love now.


  1. {{{Pam and daughter}}}

  2. duckgirl12:48 AM

    Oh how incredibly sad!! :(

  3. Zaynab8:45 AM

    In the Name of God, the Beneficent, the Merciful

    Dear Pam: What a sobering incident. I hope there is some kind of support for the kids at school, especially those who don't have a mom like you to hug them and give them a space to talk, or just to think things over in a loving atmosphere. And how ironic that her blog was called "Deadly Kisses." So easy to brandish that word, and so hard to comprehend it.
    My sympathies to your daughter and son.

    In peace


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