One day she came off... it bucked or spooked
or just stood there. Doesn't really matter
what happened. 5 days later mom and I
went to her wake. She was laying there in
her casket and I thought that she didn't
really even look like Darcy any more. I
had pictures of her at our sixth grade
picnic a couple months before, laughing
a smiling on the bottom of our impromptu
pyramid... her mother was never the same.
A helmet would have saved her life, and a
few others as well...
kat
... who thinks Leslie said it best:
> Those of us who have something to protect
> will wear one.