It's been a little over five weeks now since my daughter, Lyndsey, was killed in a motorcycle accident. Yes, she thought she was invincible... doesn't every 27 year old? That Saturday night she was going to a party at her best friends house...IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD AROUND THE BLOCK!!! No matter how old she was, I always worried when she went out! But, this time...going around the block...she could walk home if she had too much to drink or just spend the night like she's done before. She didn't drink and drive. It was her best friends house. What made her get on the back of that motorcycle with someone who had been drinking? Why couldn't she just stop and think? And why couldn't her "friend" have her back like they always promised each other?? But, I will never know the answer to these questions. So, while I'm sleeping... and while her babies were sound asleep... IT happened... IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD... not far from our home!! That first week I moved in a fog...in the hospital... telling her babies that their mom is now in heaven...worrying about my sons (her brothers)... planning a service...a fog! Our world has been turned upside down!!