Below are the photos of Alexis' car. This was a HORRIFIC wreck. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. I remember making the comment after she died that we needed to get Riley's car seat from the car, and someone said you couldn't use a car seat if it had been involved in a wreck. I thought okay that makes sense but I NEVER imagined the car to look like this and Riley's car seat to be crushed beyond recognition, praising God that Riley was safely with Jen.
Again I had no idea, to be honest I don't know what I thought : it was a wreck that killed my daughter but I didn't think it was so violent because I had seen Alexis at the hospital. There was blood but not much, as I looked at her I looked back at the nurse and wanted to ask her "are you sure she's dead ?"
Alexis appeared to be sleeping peacefully without a mark on her face, not even a scratch. After seeing the twisted metal I knew it was a miracle and that I had to share it. After I got to the car I pulled up my photo of Alexis that I took from the funeral home. It may seem weird but I had to take the picture, she looked like sleeping beauty. It was so comforting to see her and I knew that was a gift from God. He gave us that gift so we could remember her in peace and beauty and so Riley could see her and say goodbye.
My previous experiences with death were horrible. As I have said when I think of my brother David I picture him in the casket with a pastey cover on his face. There was a blue tinged indention where he put the gun and shot himself. I have no other pictures in my mind. I have had nightmares from this. When I think of mother it is the same. My first thoughts are of her contorted, grotesque face when I found her body and then in the casket with the pastey makeup. It still frightens me and I literally shake my head trying to get the images out.
They are clownish garish pictures in my mind that have always haunted me and taken my joy and peace . These images have overshadowed any good memories that I had of them. These images in my mind were ingrained even more deeply when the recurring nightmare of mother and David began, the nightmare that haunted my sleep for so long. I honestly don't remember when they stopped. But the dream is as vivid in my mind as if I had it last night. The images from their death have been one of the darkest and frightening experiences of my life.
I don't know if I am getting my point across about how this affected me and the trauma it caused. But it had an everlasting impact on my life. This was my point of reference when I learned of Alexis' death and God knew it.
God in his unfathomable goodness gave me a gift. Like I said God knew she would die but HE didn't want this to happen to Alexis. BAD THINGS HAPPEN BECAUSE WE LIVE IN A BROKEN WORLD. But God is so good and has given me so many gifts through her death.
It is unexplainable that she was not destroyed physcially in this wreck, that her body was not completey broken and torn apart as the car was. It is a miracle there was no fire or explosion. God sent people to comfort her and pray during her last seconds, people who screamed get a fire extinguisher because the gas tank was exposed and leaking and there was smoke bellowing. I get down on my knees thanking him for giving me that gift so I could see her in PEACE. I can't tell you the comfort that brings.
This was a tragic accident and I hurt so badly but through my tears I see God's goodness and I feel his love. I am so glad I know HIM and that I am HIS daughter. He loves me and my family so much and HE is bringing us comfort , walking beside us, carrying us when we can't take another step. Alexis is with HIM and I will be with them one day. That gives me HOPE .
A practical lesson from this tragedy is slow down. If you're late you're late ,don't drive recklessly !! Set your alarm earlier, go to sleep earlier, and be prepared. But if you're going to be late , just be late. It's not the end of the world but it could be if you're careless. It was the end of Alexis' world in this realm.
Alexis' intentions were good, she wanted to get to work and she was running late but her choice wasn't a good choice. This was a life changing choice and it changed all of our lives forever. So learn from her practically as well as spiritually. Be honest and try to do better. It is not worth losing your life. Drive safely and in every aspect of your life : Slow down don't move so fast. Enjoy your family, friends, and life. Let the people you love know it because you never know...your life can be gone in the blink of an eye. But our God is an awesome God and he will bring good from this.
My heartfelt prayer is that you have a personal relationship with Jesus because HE is the only one who can redeem your pain and bring forth healing by providing strength in your weakness. He has shown that to me through this and I just want to rest in HIS peace. As I wrote this I was reminded of a song that has always spoken to my heart. Here are the lyrics, the title is
"The More I Seek You"
The more i seek you,
the more i find you.
The more i find you,
the more I love you
I wanna sit at your feet
drink from the cup in your hand.
Lay back against you and breath,
hear your heart beat
This love is so deep,
it's more than I can stand.
I melt in your peace, it's overwhelming
Constantly seeking him , sitting at his feet, and being able to melt in HIS peace. It is overwhelming and so comforting.
Below are my thoughts as I drove to see the car on June 19. This is part of my Facebook status from June 20, 2012. I just wanted to share it again.
The car was at Chubb’s in Rockwall. I knew exactly where it was because it was next to the County Jail where I had lived for 4 months. Rockwall County was my favorite jail and so I decided to see the car and drop in and say hi to some of my favorite guards. It may sound weird but I had visited them before and they were really happy to see me, I know they were my guards but I came to really care about them.
As I turned left on Townesend I began to pray to God to give me the strength to see the car. As I turned onto the gravel road that would take me to Chubbs I glanced over to the jail looking at the razor wire and the place where I could go out and smoke during my breaks as a trusty at the jail. It seemed a lifetime ago and again I was struck by that phrase because Alexis’ life was over. When I was locked up in Rockwall she was 10 years old back in 2002. A deep sadness came upon me.
Driving ahead I pulled into the salvage yard and came to a stop. A man walked out of the building asking if he could help me. I told him that I was there to see my daughter’s car. He looked sadly at me and asked me if I was sure I wanted to see it because it was an awful sight. I told him I had to see it. He asked for my ID and then sadly pointed to some cars parked by the razor wire of the jail. He said it is the one that looks like a triangle.
The sight of the “car” made me gasp putting my hand to my mouth as I withheld a scream. In a trance like state I began to walk to the car and as I got closer my knees almost buckled and gave out on me . At that point I began to cry, those deep sobs that I had never experienced before her death. It was as if I was crying from deep within my spirit.
Taking a deep breath I moved closer to the car. It was horrific !!! Worse than I imagined and I couldn’t believe it, I began to cry again. The gas tank was hanging out to the side and the car was just unrecognizable. Slowly I moved around to the driver’s seat and was amazed that this little area was completely undisturbed, the rest of the car was a mangled mess of metal but the drivers area was protected. In the floorboard was one pink and gray NIKE , they were shoes I had given her to work in , there was only one shoe and fleetingly I wondered where the other could be.
There was some blood on the seat but really not much it was just surreal . I looked in the back seat to where Riley’s booster seat was and I could only slightly see it because the complete backseat was compressed together , it reminded me of a can crusher when you crush a can and completely flatten it. The back of the car had been completely crushed and flattened together.
At that point I began to cry tears of gratitude so thankful that our precious Riley was safely at Jen’s on that fateful Thursday, she would have been completely destroyed if she had been in the car . Walking to the “back” of the car I glanced in the trunk and saw more shreds of Riley’s pink and blue sand bucket and then I saw something that was as unexplainable as the undisturbed driver’s area, as Alexis’ body that did not have a visible mark of injury.
Amazingly, I found Riley’s yellow sand toy that Alexis had taken a picture with. I will share the photo again. It was in one piece, I grabbed it and sadly walked to my car thankful on the one hand for the many miracles that took place ( the car didn’t blow up and Alexis looked to beautiful that we could see her ) but so saddened that my sweet daughter was gone. It was something I needed to do. I got in my car and drove down the gravel road asking God to comfort me.



