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My parents always try to explain to my youngest sister that she wasn't an accident. Even though she was born quite a few years after my next
youngest sibling. She was just a gift they didn't know they wanted yet. An unexpected blessing. An abortion they waited to long for. A miracle
sent from heaven.
I think they think she buys it too.
Without the transparent regret and over compensating lip service, that is how I truly feel about this memorial. It wasn't what I was expecting or
hoping for, but I'm sure glad I found it. When I was getting out of the car to have my picture taken, I thought, hoped and prayed that this was my
fantasy memorial site--one that had a cross for someone who died in a car wreck, then another cross for someone who died while putting up
the first person's cross. Since day 1 that has been my dream with this (if you know of one, let me know
jason@porkjerky.com). I even took 2 pictures, this one, and then one with me beside
the one in the foreground so I could make 2 posts for it.
Not unfortunately, I was wrong. Despite the crosses being awkwardly distant from each other, they are the result of only 1 crash. And I found
out the reason for the awkward distant which turned out to be the gift I didn't know I wanted:
At 3 in the morning on
1/12/2005, University, MO police officer Stephen Bastean hit Bridgeton, MO police officer Scott Armstrong head-on in Bridgeton, MO on I-370.
Have you done the math? Head-on collisions on the interstate don't just happen. That's right, one little piggie was going wee wee wee all the
wrong way home after a night of drinking.
Four hours before he was supposed to be on duty, Stephen Bastean had a blood alcohol
content of .188 and was speeding after pulling a U-turn on the highway. Sober and on-duty, Officer Armstrong was driving behind an 18
wheeler who veered out of Bastean's path leaving Armstrong and Bastean to collide.
So, while it was more something a pre-sell-out Ice-T had hoped
for, these 2 crosses turned out to be for an accident that was better than I could have imagined.
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