Jessica Wittmann

Unseen

It’s 4 o’clock in the morning and I was all snuggled up in bed with Lexi right next to me. When all of a sudden my mother came in and quietly nudged me, telling me to grab the phone. As I say hello, I hear the words “he’s dead”. Papa died in a car accident driving home from the club, his friend had too much to drink and lost control of the car exiting off of the freeway on Bristol. Such a winding exit, one that you don’t want to drive straight on. The car had flown off the road and he flew out of the car hit a tree and the car landed right on top of him. I had no idea I would not see him ever again. Just when we were beginning to plan our lives together as mother and father to our unborn child.