A deadly Christmas weekend on Montana highways

Angelica was a special young girl with so many bright adventures in her life. When she was cut down in her young life, we will all miss her and await to see her in heaven. Friendship with Angelica was very special and so many different levels. We love ya Angelica ... you will always be part of our OHANA (family in Hawaiian) Families are like quilts ... Lives pieced together ... stitched with smiles and tears, colored with memories and bound by love. We are establishing a memory garden in Anglica's honor on April 4th 2006 ... if you wish to join us please contact Healing Gardens in the Pines.

She was my best friend. You know, that friend that would hate you one minute, then cry and ask to come over the next. That wasn't hard. She only lived down the road. I haven't been able to enjoy Christmas since that day. Even though I'm spending it with people I love and cherish, it doesn't ease the anxiety I feel. I hated that fact that I didn't tell her I loved her when she called me hours before the drive. I hated myself for it. I felt survivors guilt. And I hated the girl that was in the car with her. The one that lived. No one should say to a grieving friend that "She liked me more than you." Or that this girl played herself to be the only victim. I can't have a normal life without worrying about someone I love leaving in that same situation again. It depresses the hell out of me. I miss her so much. And I'm glad I got to spend as much time with her as I did, but it'll never be enough now.