Essay About Missy Ryans Funeral And Edpiscopal Church

A Bend in the Road
Essay title: A Bend in the Road
Diary Entry 1:
Im sitting at Missy ryans funeral, its at the Edpiscopal church in downtown New Bern. Even though
the church sits five hundred people, there still wasnt enough room. People were crowding outside the
doors, waiting to pay their respects. Ican see her husband Miles and their five year old son Jonah sitting
in the front row. Miles was pale and showed no emotion, Jonah wasnt even old enough to understand
that he will never see his mother again. He looked more confused than sad. Im nauseated and sweating
profusely. I feel as though Im going to vomit. I know I dont belong here, but i stayed. Why, I dont
know. All I do know is that Missy Ryan shouldnt have died ( she died in a tragic hit and run car
accident).
Entiy 2:
I cant sleep, I relize its impossible to go back to bed until
I tell you the truth about Missys death.
You see, I know the truth because I was the one driving the car. It didnt happen how Miles imagined.
I hadnt been drinking nor was I under the influence of any drugs. It has been fifteen years since it
happened, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Id been working since early that morning,
unloading boxes onto pallets for storage, and I was supposed to be off at six and a late shipment
of plastic pipes came in. My employer asked me if I didnt mind staying an extra houror so, and I
needed the over time so I agreed. It would of been okay if the other four men I was working with
could have stayed, but they had prior obligations. I was exsausted after all that work and I had missed
dinner,so I decided to go to Rhetts barbeque to eat. I turned down Madom Moores Lane a wind road
in New Bern. I saw her walking on the side of the road, she glanced back and notice me. She moved
a few steps from the road, we were both being careful. Neither of us, however could have anticipated
what was going to happen next. A huge black dog charged toward her viciously, she reared back away
from the dog and right in front of my car. I dont know why I left the scene, I guess the exsaustion
made me think unclearly. I knew she was dead when I saw her, I retrieved a first aid blanket out if my
car and covered her up, after that I left. I knew I should have told someone, but I began to make
excuses to wait, that is until
fifteen years later whenever I found out Miles and my sister Sarah were
dating seriously.
Entry 3:
I knew