The newly redesigned Chevy Camaro came out this year. I hate that name.... that make of car. I see it in my mind, Judy's Camaro trying to make it's way back to the freeway as it slid off into the grass...

I can 't help but think that there might have been a way that Judy would not have been ejected out of the back of her Camaro. Could the seatbelt have helped her? Did she mean to have it off? Had the hatch not opened, perhaps she wouldn't of ... it's all conjecture and wishful thinking.

From what I was told, she passed in the airlift back to the hospital. a witness saw what had happened and was kind enough to stop and see if they could be of help. Thank you. You cared enough to stop.

As I look at this picture and think about the time period when it was taken. It was the last time we would ever see each other in person. We didn't know that. Neither one of us knew what laid ahead, where we'd be living or if we'd be doing what we wanted to do in life. There's comfort in that. That's the way things are suppose to be.

I am always remembering bits and pieces of the time I did get to spend with her. I know that I am truly blessed to have known her and got to see what a wonderful human being she was... what a great impact she had on so many lives.

The camera she holds has images of us hanging out in St. Louis while I was visiting one year. St. Louis holds such fond memories. I should visit it again in the future. It would be nice to see the places she used to visit. The places that are probably still wondering what ever happened to her.