Last Friday, one of our good friends in the US was struck by a car as she walked her son to school...
To see this sentence and read it again, it is still just unbelievable and difficult to accept.
She suffered some pretty serious injuries, but the unthinkable happened and her son died. They were at a cross walk, crossing the street. I heard it happened in front of their home. Reports say the car stopped at the stop sign, but proceeded through and the driver did not see them because the sun was in his eyes. Regardless of how it happened, it doesn't matter. It doesn't make it any less painful. It won't bring him back.
We have been haunted by this since learning about it. My husband and I both had nightmares about it. I still do - I'm not sure if he does as I haven't asked. Its incredibly upsetting and there is not a day that does not go by that I do not think of them and share their pain.
We hope and pray that they can find the strength to get through this. I know life is unfair, and this is the most unfair incident I think I have personally experienced to date. However, I also find it a bit unfair that we will move on and continue as they are still grieving. They will eventually have to move on in some capacity as well, but I do not want them to think that their son will be forgotten, or that their pain is any less significant. It is not.
For all who know them and knew their son, I think we all agree that the world changed the day Jett was taken away and it will never be the same again.