Time Heals

I hadn't realized it...or at least WANTED to realize it. But two years ago yesterday Holly (and my) friend Brendan died in a car accident. I just read both of my sisters blogs and and now sitting at work with a runny nose and tears in my eyes.

I remember that night so clearly. I had driven home from work, hearing about the accident on the radio but not knowing who it was. I went to pick up Boston and when I got there the look on my moms face was horrifying. She told me what had happened and I dropped Scout (my dog) in shock. Immediately my mind went to Holly. Where is she? Does she know? Is she ok? Do WE call her and tell her? How do you tell her something like that? She was in KC with a friend. She called my mom. She knew. She wanted to come home. I volunteered to drive there and get her. There was nothing I wouldn't have done for her at this point. Nothing. I can only imagine the stabbing pain that had to have surged through her when she received that phone call. Everything was broken; her, her heart, my family's heart, the world felt completely broken...

I didn't hang out with Brendan much but the few times I did I remember vividly. I still find it to be one of the funniest things that I had been out on the town one night and happened to run into him. I snapped a picture on my phone and sent it to Holly, saying "look who I found!!" That night I had ended up staying at one of my friends' apartments and to get from there to my parents house, I had to drive through Beaverdale. Brendan lived in Beaverdale. I was running late and my mom called and asked where I was. Apparently after I told her "Beaverdale", Holly got a little worried that I had 'stayed' with Brendan that night. No offence, but ew....he was like a big brother, never could've thought of him that way. Even though he was very attractive. :) 

I think his death hit us all so hard because it hit Holly so hard. It was hell to see my sister in so much pain. So. Much. Pain. It was unbearable. She admitted to me that she believed all along that he was the one she was going to marry, that he would've made the most amazing dad. This tore me apart even more because I know that feeling (although the man I was supposed to marry is still alive, but he's married with a beautiful wife and daughter).

It took her a long time to finally be 'ok'. And even now you can still see the pain in her eyes when she talks about him. It's getting better but I think this is one scar that will be visible for years to come.

You, Brendan, are greatly missed by so many. your time here was too short. Things like this make you want to believe that God truly does have a plan. That He knows what He's doing even when we don't. Even when we are angry with Him for taking such a beautiful life.

R.I.P  Mahoney   <3>