A group of us girls had a slumber party at our drama teacher’s house when I was a junior in high school. Everyone else stayed up but I went to sleep because I was so tired. They woke me up around 2 in the morning. They said I was crying and saying, “Dale, please don’t go. It hurts so bad. Please don’t go.” Dale was my boyfriend then. Our volatile relationship continued off and on for several more years with lots of fighting. One night we had a really bad fight with lots of profanity and name calling. Have you ever had one of those “I hate your guts! I wish you were dead!” shouting matches with someone? I think the last words out of my mouth were “I never want to see you again”. And his were “Good riddance!” Two nights later he was killed driving home from a night out with his friends. He had been drinking and crossed the center line. The 2 adults and 3 children in the car he hit head on all died instantly. He lived for about an hour. And my dream came true: It hurt so bad knowing that the last thing I ever said to him was unkind. Took me a long time to get over it.