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Samantha's Story
(As told by her cousin.)
First I want to start with a little background information. Sam was
the youngest of three girls born to my aunt and uncle. My aunt
basically raised me and I continued to live with them off and on
throughout my first 18 years. (I am 23 now). My aunt and uncle were
the nicest people you could ever want to meet. My uncle, for as long
as I can remember, was always sick with some ailment. When he was 5
years old he was diagnosed with juvenile arthritis and was told he
would not live past 18. My aunt and uncle were married in 1971. The
girls were born in 1973, 1977 and then Sam was born February 24,
1983. In 1976 my uncle was burned from his head
to his waist while burning trash outside. Third degree burns that
left him scarred the rest of his life. He also suffered a massive
heart attack the same year. By the time Sam was born, my aunt had
basically turned her life into taking care of my uncle. In 1991 he
had a 5-way bypass. Starting in 1992, he suffered many mini strokes.
In 1993 he developed a boil in his groin area that developed into
gangrene. In 1994 he had double hip replacements and either
1994-1995 he suffered from a broken neck and was in a halo for 2 1/2
months. He has suffered many heart attacks, which I guess resulted
in congestive heart failure. He was told his heart was the size of a
soccer ball. He also had arthritis in 99% of his body, as well as
diabetes. In December of 2000, he was able to walk his middle
daughter down the aisle at her wedding. In March of 2001 he lost his
left leg from the knee down and November of 2001 he lost his right
leg. He had one artificial leg made and was determined to get his
other one because he wanted to be able to walk his baby daughter
down the aisle when she decided to get married.
You see, my uncle has ALWAYS been a
fighter. No matter what. My aunt dedicated her life to taking care
of him and their girls. Our family never had much money, but we knew
that it was love that held our family together.
My uncle was having a real hard time with his heart this year. He
was in and out of the hospital, mostly in. On May 17, 2002, he was
in the hospital. My aunt usually stayed with her oldest daughter
when he was in the hospital. At this time only Sam still lived at
home, but she was your typical teenager and the weekends usually
found her out with her friends. Her and my aunt were best friends.
Sam told her everything and kept not many secrets from her. On this
night, Sam had made plans to go out with friends. My aunt was
staying with her oldest daughter.
Sam had been seeing this guy off and on for
about 2 years. She was crazy about him. He had cheated on her and
lied to her and hurt her so many times. She used to call me crying
over him. Still she did not want to be without him. My aunt and
uncle disliked him. They knew he was no good and that he had hurt
Sam repeatedly. It got to the point that Sam was sneaking around to
see him. She happened to see him that night.
They left a group of friends from a gas
station around 3:15 am the morning of May 18. He was driving his car
when they left. They had been partying and drinking. They got on the
Interstate and the driver decided he wanted to speed. A police
officer clocked them at going 114 mph. He started his pursuit with
his lights on. But the driver decided he did not want to stop. So he
sped up. The officer followed them off the interstate and onto a
road about a mile from Sam's house. He lost them a couple of times,
as the driver was continuing to speed. When he lost them the second
time, he decided to end his pursuit. When he got to the end of the
road he saw all kinds of debris in the road. He shined his light
into a nearby field and saw that the car had went up into the field
(a cow pasture) and had overturned. He saw a male figure (the
driver) climb from the car and start to run. He went to follow and
came across Sam. She had been ejected from the car some 45 feet and
had hit a tree stump. He called for back-up and she was pronounced
dead at the scene. They found the driver 45 minutes later hiding in
a creek overhang.
The driver pleaded the 5th and refused a
breathalyzer. He was taken to the hospital to treat his injuries,
which were only scraps and scratches. We later learned he had
"road rash" on his left arm. (From the driver's side). He
refused to give any information about Samantha at first. They had
her down as an unidentified white female. When he found out that she
had not made it, he then gave them information to be able to get in
touch with my aunt and uncle.
At the hospital he told police that Sam had been driving. The police
had to get a search warrant for his blood. He was tested some 5
hours later for alcohol and by then it was too late. He did not test
over. He said he had not been drinking.
Come to find out he was driving on a suspended also with no
insurance. The worst thing I have ever had to do was go to the
hospital to tell my uncle that his baby girl was dead. And that a
guy that he disliked had caused it.
The whole family went to the hospital that
night. My aunt and the 2 girls went in first to tell him and not
even 3 minutes later we were all called in. He kept saying that it
should have been him to die first because he had been so sick all
the time. Her funeral was 3 days later. My uncle had to be
transported by ambulance from the hospital to the funeral home. He
was brought in on a stretcher. It was the first time he had seen
her. They rolled his stretcher up by her coffin. It was the worst,
most painful thing I have ever had to see. From there the ambulance
transported him to the cemetery. He had given up his burial site for
Sam. No one had thought she would need one this soon. From the
cemetery he was taken back to the hospital. He managed to come home
for about 2 weeks. He ended up right back in the hospital. On June
26, my uncle's heart stopped while the nurses were administering a
PICC line. He had a DNR, but the Doctors did not look in his chart,
so they brought him back and put him on a ventilator. So a little
over a month later the family was all called back to the hospital to
say good-bye to my uncle. My aunt and cousins had decided to take
him off the ventilator. Being on a ventilator was not he wanted. He
lasted for 6 more days and then on July 2, 2002 he passed away to be
with his baby girl. Six weeks to the day Sam had passed. I say it
was from a broken heart. He gave up fighting after she passed.
I lost my beliefs after they passed. Things
like this were not supposed to happen to people like them. What was
my aunt going to do with her life now?
In August the driver was indicted on 7 charges. Involuntary
manslaughter, Felony hit and run, eluding the police, driving on a
suspended, DUI and a couple others. He was let out on bond. He
continued to lie to everyone. He kept saying that Sam was driving.
Sam was not wearing a seat belt. There was no airbag on her side,
but there was one on his. Blood taken from the airbag matched his.
He had also made a statement to a nurse that morning that his chest
hurt from hitting the steering wheel. He denied all statements. He
had also told police (when he was caught) that he had run because
his license was suspended. Yet still he said she was driving.
On December 11 we had trial. His lawyer was
trying to get all the statements he had made thrown out, as well as
the search warrant for his blood. During recess both lawyers came to
an agreement. The driver took what is called an Alfa plea. He is not
saying he is guilty, but he is saying there is enough evidence to
prove him guilty. In the agreement, he pleaded guilty to 3 felonies.
He got 5 years on the eluding the police, 5 suspended. 5 years on
the hit and run, 5 suspended. And 9 years 2 months on the
manslaughter, 4 suspended. So he has to serve 5 years 2 months. When
he is released he will be on supervised probation for at least 20
years and hopefully will never get his license back. He also has
about 15 years hanging over his head. He had the nerve at trial
(after 7 months) to say he was sorry to the family. I believe his
lawyer told him to say that.
This has been a painful 7 months for us. We
are glad he is locked up finally, but it still will not bring Sam
back. It still will not erase our thoughts of her last night. What
she must have went through in that car. And then him running off and
leaving her, not knowing if she was dead or alive. It's sad to think
how much she loved him and what he proved himself to be. I know my
uncle is up there taking care of her and I believe that they are
together. That alone gives me some peace.
We go to the crash scene on the 18th of
every month. We light candles and listen to music and sometimes let
balloons off in the sky. Sometimes
it is easier going there than to the cemetery. At the cemetery Sam
and my uncle are side by side and I have not been able to go there
yet without totally breaking down. We still cry every day and I know
we will never be the same. Especially my aunt. Seeing her and
knowing what she is going through breaks my heart even more.
People think that something like this will never happen to them. I
thought the same way. Before this I would be the first to drive
after I had been drinking or get into a car with a friend who had
been drinking. Because we all think that this will never happen to
us. Well I am sure Sam thought the same thing. She was only 19 years
old. She had just graduated in 2001 and was on her way to college.
She loved to write poetry and was very very talented. She was
popular and loved to hang with her friends and have a good time.
That is all she wanted to do the night of May 17 and it cost her her
life.
Drinking and driving does take lives and it
not only affects the person who was injured or killed, it also
affects all their loved ones. Now we have have to live the rest of
our lives without Sam because some person decided he wanted to drink
and drive and thought he would be able to run from the police. We
will never be over this. The pain of missing Sam is so great.
Sometimes unbearable.
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