4 AM. Not a normal time you would think of if someone asked you to pick a random time. I know I wouldn’t. Usually I am asleep at 4am, but this fateful morning for one of my classmates, I was woken up by my coach’s 3-yr-old son just long enough to look at the clock.
Shannon Dwyer, one of my classmates, had graduated only 2 months before she died tragically in a car accident. She was the person you would always remember as wearing a smile or telling a joke. She was on the softball team and was a good student as well. Now, I was not really good friends with her, which is probably why I can write down the experience the town of Scituate had to face so soon after it occurred. Shannon was driving home that crisp August morning at 4am when she fell asleep, crossed the double line, and drove head first into a tree going at a fairly fast speed. She was proclaimed dea
I did decide to go to the funeral to show respect for my classmate and to show support for her family and friends. This, I believe, was the most horrible experience that I hope I will ever have to endure. Everyone was crying and was stonily silent at the same time. I can remember the look on her parents’, her twin brother’s, and her friends’ faces as they walked behind the coffin when they were leaving the church. My mother told me that day that “People do not cry for the dead, they cry for the loved ones who out lived the dead”. I cannot accurately describe the pain I saw behind their eyes but I can tell you that I cried for them and at the same time with them like I have never cried before.
d at the scene. She had no alcohol or drugs in her system; she just fell asleep and hit the tree head on.
As I followed the funeral procession to Shannon’s final resting place
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