This morning I had a flashback of an accident in which 2 of my daughters were hit by a pickup truck some 18 yrs ago.
Scenaro that afternoon in Tucson AZ: I was attending our jewelry business location on Speedway Ave. Business being slow [as usual], I happened to be working on my acrylic painting, "Jungle Party". Right across the street at the crosswalk of Speedway & Treat Ave, Sarah & Julie, returning from the library were crossing when a pickup truck hit them both.
Ironically, this was same day of Iraq's 1st Scud missile attack, opening day of Desert Storm. Daughter #1 had a knee injury, though able to hop away & come alert me the news. Daughter #3 ended up with a broken femur and a gash to the head, resulting in her having to wear a bodycast for 6 wks.
Daughter #2 was in Ohio with my husband who was pursuing additional business interests [as usual].
The girls' pain and my self inflicted guilt for letting them go to the library on foot caused me great anxiety, opening this morning's fresh tears of regret.
The painting, finished and framed hangs in our now current successful location, Wexford Jewelers in Cadillac, MI.
Speedway Jewelry & Repair no longer exists. One morning I arrived to open for the day to find the lock changed due to nonpayment of the rent. This only added to the forfeitures our family experienced as a result of the poor business ethics and over-expansion.
