Aftermath_(1)
A few days later, we all went to Micah’s funeral. The doctors didn’t want to let Tracy and me out of the hospital, but Sandra and our parents pushed for it, and so we sat up in the front row in matching wheel chairs, with Sandra sitting between us. It was so surreal. To this day I can remember sitting there thinking, none of us is crying, we should be crying. But we just sat there, three banged up and bandaged teenagers, one of us missing part of her leg, watching as person after person stood up and told stories about Micah. And we just sat there, basically numb. I spent the rest of the summer between my sophomore and junior years in high school working on recovering from the accident. There were endless days …