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I was 17. She was my first girlfriend, the love of my life, a girl I would have laid down my own life to protect, she made my heart stop she was so beautiful, and made me feel like the luckiest fuckin man on the planet for having her, was killed by a drunk driver when he crossed the double-yellow lines and hit her head-on at 80 mph. Closed coffin? No. They cremated her because what was left after they put her body back together wasn't even recognizable as human. I paid (bribed) my way in to the coroner's to see it with my own eyes and get a few snapshots (more on that in a second). We were on the phone 1 minute before it happened, when she stopped in a parking lot to call me. If we had stayed on the phone 2 minutes longer, she'd have missed the other car completely. That's not predestination, that's just bad timing. You never know pain until the last thing the person you love says is, "i love you, i'll see you tomorrow" and you don't see them ever again. I'm 22 now, and not a week goes by where I don't have a few nightmares where I blame myself for it happening. I took the snapshots to show people I tell this story to- note that this is usually only told to those i'm talking out of driving drunk. I keep them in my wallet. "You wanna drive home drunk? Look at this. (then i tell the story)" Sorry to go all sad on you guys, but it's my belief that death can be completely random, thus no predestination.
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