Three years ago today, we were driving into Calgary to have supper and little did we know what was to be handed to us after having a night out with good company and good food.
As we drove home stuffed from supper and walked through the door to enjoy the rest of our night, never in a million years did we ever suspect of what the events that were going to unfold.
The call to dad to see how his day was to Greg's cell phone ringing and Greg getting anxious with the person on the other end of phone, to me telling dad that I would call him back and hanging up to see the light flashing for a message.
Greg yelling on his cell phone to me listening to the message: "Mr and Mrs Day, this is Constable >>>> from the RCMP and your daughter Melissa has been in a very serious automobile accident and is being taken to the Red Deer Hospital, please return this call as soon as possible". My heart stopped and I cried to Greg that we have to go, calling dad to have him go to the hospital and us having to drive to Red Deer as fast as the car would take us. Greg jumping out of the vehicle before I even stopped, to me walking into that hospital and being put in a tiny room to be told of your condition and that they were taking you to Calgary and me collapsing as I realized how severe this was. Walking into that room and seeing our baby girl and how your life flashes as you do not know the outcome of the brightest, warmest, kindest young woman you became.
That is where our lives stopped ... purposes disappeared, joy went to live somewhere else, love didn't seem to exist anymore and the world stopped, our world stopped.
Three years ago tomorrow, this terrible nightmare started and realization that it will never end.
Purposes haven't come back and joy said, I'm not going back and our world is still stopped and yet it everything keeps going on.
Feels like yesterday that you were here and three years later, love still doesn't seem to exist and it won't until we can hold our little girl in our arms again.
Your world is that you are here but everyday you ask why Missy and not me?
Melissa, I wish that I could put into words the feelings that go through our thoughts and the knife stabbing pain that can change the way that you think and feel.
I know that you would want nothing but the joy and love for us and I try everyday to remember that but on days like this, it is just too hard to even try.
I pray that you forgive us for all the mistakes that we made as parents and your dad and I love you and miss you dearly.
Love you, miss you
Dad and Mom