This person, in the long run, murdered my mom. Their actions resulted in years of pain and suffering. Visit after visit to hospitals, years of trips to the pain clinic and two nursing home stays. And in the end, resulted in her body just not being able to handle it anymore. That's the awful truth.
The result of this hit and run, was long term damage to my mom. Afterward she suffered back and general skeletal problems and breathing problems that lasted the rest of her life. She had to be on oxygen, had multiple back surgeries to repair fractured vertebrae and other issues.
And while she was diagnosed with dementia last year, that isn't what killed her. She honestly could've lived for years at the current rate her mind was going.
It was the issues from the injuries. From that accident. From the idiot who couldn't slow the fuck down and just NOT be a reckless driver.
Her bones suffered worse in general because the accident essentially kicked my her osteoporosis into overdrive, which resulted in her losing the ability to walk unaided by the end. And her breathing issues just got worse over the years as well, until by the end she needed more than O2 machines give.
Specifically it was an Enterprise box truck. The person was speeding down the road, either was changing lanes to go around the line of traffic or slightly lost control, hit her van and then kept on at speed through the red light.
The impact slammed her van into the vehicle in front of her.
The worst part of it all? They got away with it. We don't have a name. A face. Nothing. We don't even know what Enterprise location that truck belonged to. And the police in my city didn't even investigate the incident. We had no one to sue. No one to hold accountable. Just hit her and vanished.
You see, my mom's death was the result of health problems that stemmed from a hit and run that happened 5 years ago, back in 2021. She was coming home from Khol's, things were opening back up slowly at this point, and while at a red light someone hit the back right side of her van with a box truck.
If not for that person...she'd still be with us. Still slowly diminishing as the dementia ate away at her mind. But still alive. And that's the part that's eating at me in the end. I'm sad she's gone. I'm gonna miss her. But the underlying anger and frustration just mingles with those other feelings
You know...one of the feelings I've been dealing with over the last several days is anger. Not a boiling, volcanic, explosive anger. But a subtle, stewing one. And that anger stems from the fact that my mom should still be alive.
And I don't mean that philosophically. I mean it matter of factly.