Always together, and now all I have is her
memory. I lost my Soul Mate Sister.

     

    

Karen was my best friend, I never met anyone quite like her, she was a very special person. Sure we fought like every brother and sister, yet she would burst out laughing when I chased after her with pukered lips to kiss to give her the "I am sorry" kiss. I never thought for one moment, that I would lose her, and it hurts me to know I will never have her coming to me with her problems or cuddling with me when she was afraid of thunder storms. What I really want people to know about Karen, is that she was a loving person and she loved helping people. Her family and her friends meant the world to her. I miss her terribly because we spent so much time doing things together. Most of all I miss her outrageous laughter, and how she made me laugh when she screamed in fear every time she saw a bug and thought the tiny bug could eat her. She would beg for me to kill it and I would be her favorite hero. We even planned that when we became adults and married, we would live next door to each other and raise our children together. Now, those plans are gone forever without Karen in my life. All that is left of her is her spirit that walks along side of me and a memorial along side of the road where a drugged driver stole her life away from all of us who loved her.

A POEM ABOUT DRUNK DRIVING

By Warren Van Winkel modified by Douglas Ferreira

I went to work Mom, I remember what you said,
You told me never to drink and drive, so I drink soda instead.
I really feel proud inside, Mom, the way you said I should
I don't drink and drive Mom, although others would.
My brother and I started to drive home, Mom,
But as we pulled onto the road, a car driving
the wrong way, hit us like a load.
As I laid in the crushed car, I hear the policeman say,
The other guy is intoxicated, and now I am the one to pay.
I am lying here dying Mom, I wish you get here soon
How this happened to me Mom, My life burst like a balloon.
There's blood all around me Mom, some of it is mine
I hear the medic say, She's only 15 and she'll die a short time.
I just wanted to tell you Mom, We did not drink or take drugs,
It is the other mom, that doesn't think,
He was cruising around irresponsibly, ready to take my life
The only difference is; he was drugged and I am the one to die.
Why do people like him do this Mom? It can ruin a whole family's life,
I feel the sharp pains now, Pain just like a knife.
The guy that hit us is walking Mom, and that is not fair
I'm here dying and all he will do is not care.
Tell my brother not to cry, tell Dad to be brave,
And when I go to heaven Mom, put Daddy's girl on my grave.
Someone should have told Jerry Moya, not to use drugs and drive
If only his family would have stopped him, I would still be Alive.
My breath is getting shorter Mom, When I need you, you always will be there,
I have only one last question Mom, before I say Good Bye,
I did not drink and use drugs Mom, why am I the one to die?

Mourners left flowers, candles, balloons, teddy bears and wrote letters on the bricks
that surrounds the memorial they built for Karen, near the intersection of N.M. 528
and High Resort Blvd. where the crash occurred.


This candle will forever burn as a symbol of my eternal
love and admiration for your spirit, my little sister Karen.
You are present in every tree, flower and the sunrise of each day
of my life. I will forever bask in your warmth.

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