Rhonda is dead
RIP Rhonda Shortly after I graduated high school, a classmate I was acquaintances with got into a car accident. The version of the story I heard was that after the fender bender, she decided she was sore, but otherwise fine and went home. Then she died the next day from undiagnosed internal bleeding. It shook me because we were so young and at the peak of feeling invincible. It seemed like such a freak incident. But yesterday, as the firemen and EMTs were loading me into the back of an ambulance to be checked out, that story was the only thing I could think about. We had a very full Saturday. We went to look for peaches at the farmers market (not yet), shot some family pictures, and ended the evening celebrating Z's birthday with his cousins and grandparents. On our way home, I was driving and we were stopped at the front, at a red light not even a mile from where we started out. One minute, we were talking and suddenly, out of nowhere, it felt like there was an explosion. ...