I was there.
I saw the wreckage with my own two eyes.
Air-bags deployed from all sides.
Fuel emitted onto the roadway. Flowing like lava until a solution was applied to soak it up.
Eventually, a tow-truck arrived to take the damaged vehicle away.
A SUV with all windows broken – like someone’s heart. Smashed. Destroyed. Gone.
Off to the southeast side of the intersection sat a red truck. I didn’t even know it was involved in the wreck until later on in the day. To me, it looked like it belonged there. Maybe to a rescue unit? I wasn’t sure.
But that red truck destroyed a life. Or rather, the driver of the truck destroyed a family.
A mom and a daughter were on their way to eat a late lunch at Long John Silvers. For all we know, their day had been perfect up until 2 p.m. on Jan. 22.
Maybe they went to church. Maybe they didn’t.
Maybe they slept in late and cuddled underneath the covers.
Maybe they just wanted “mom and daughter time.”
Regardless of the situation, they will never have “mom and daughter time” again.
Today, at 6:34 p.m., 6-year-old Alia Bailey died. Her mother, Nancy Burnett is still recovering from major surgery. Her father, Juan Bailey is doing all he can to hold it together.
Today is also my birthday.
My friends wanted me to go out. I thought about it, but then, I changed my mind.
Something inside of me was telling me “No, don’t go.”
So for once, I listened to the voice.
Instead, I stayed home. We ate Burger King for dinner; my husband and I drank wine; and I opened my awesome gifts – a water container and fluffy socks from the kids and two pairs of shoes from Seth. I didn’t need anything.
After we ate, the five of us sat around the kitchen table playing “The Bean Boozled Challenge.” To sum it up, we ate gross Jelly-Belly Beans. Rotten egg; spoiled milk; stinky socks; and dog food. It was gross. We had a blast. After that, the kids shared cupcakes and later on, cheesecake.
It was perfect – plus, we watched The Alaskan Bush People – who doesn’t love Noah, Gabe, Matt, Bird and the rest of the Brown Gang.
I know it wasn’t the perfect way to celebrate my 39th birthday, but for me, it was perfect. We were all under one roof. And that is something the driver of the red truck took away from the Bailey-Burnett family forever. There will be no more birthdays, no more Christmases and no more Halloweens for little Alia. Her family on Earth is left to mourn her, and remember the girl who loved the Cleveland Cavs.
If Alia could do anything, it would be to never have another child go through what she went through for the past five days. Now, the family has set up a benefit in her memory.
For more information on the event, please visit https://www.gofundme.com/3a5d5sg.
For you Alia, I send all of my birthday wishes to you sweet girl.