Memories Blog of Ashley

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  1. Missy's Mom said, While her handcuff earrings gave me the same Start as it did her mom, and angers me a handcuff bearing man played a part in her last day with us.

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  2. Baby Panther said, As the one year anniversary comes up tomorrow, I have found myself feeling very reflective on the way that my life has been shaped by three seconds. One year ago I woke up to the news that would change my life forever. Two of my favorite people, Lindsay Browder and Ashley Browder were in a terrible car accident on the morning of February 10, 2013 leaving Ashley dead and Lindsay in the hospital. We have all been living for about five hundred and twenty five thousand nine hundred and forty eight seconds in a less beautiful world. In a world where you can't go to the Happiest Place on Earth without being reminded of a memory in every corner, and in every line. A world where one simple Dixie Chicks song can flood your mind with pictures of terrible singing and long car rides. A world where a dream can be so vivid and so real, that you never want it to end. A world that never fails to wake you up, and remind you of the horrors of yesterday. Pain is so masked these days. We talk about pain as if it is almost glamorous. Something that makes you beautiful and strong. But it's quite the opposite. The raw pain of losing someone so sudden beats you down. It's those late nights. The ones where you can't help but wonder how things could've gone differently, or how the life you're living just isn't enough. Because the truth is, once you've lost someone, you don't just deal with the pain of losing them, you have to learn how to live with a completely different view of the world. You have to learn to walk again. I see the world differently. I see my life differently. We spend our days preparing for a future that we're not even guaranteed. We go to school to prepare for college, college to prepare for our jobs, work to prepare for our children and our retirement, and then, finally, after 65 years of preparation (if were even that lucky) we will finally settle down and find the time to be happy. Is this really all there is? The truth is that we're arrogant. We waste our days thinking we can appreciate them later. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that later is now. The reality is, you don't have too much homework, you're not too tired, you're not too busy, and you don't need to save your money. Life happens in the midnight in n out runs, in the spontaneous Disneyland trips, in the skipped school powder days, and in the one am volleyball games. Life happens in the times when you decide that the extra hour of sleep really isn't that important anymore. The truth is, we make time for what's important to us. Make time for people and opportunities. Make time to have fun. If you're too busy to see the people most important to you for a significant amount of time every single day, then you're too busy. Fix it while you can. Ashley's death has left scars on my heart in ways that words cannot describe. 78 days were spent sitting at her grave after school. 43 Internet posts. 4 saved newspaper articles. 1 saved recording of her voice. 3 seconds of bad judgement and a decision to put the foot on the gas. And 365 days of missing her. I miss you each and every day and love you more than all these numbers combined.

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  3. Kaylee said, Ashley rocked at the Wii Dance game and I have never seen someone so happy in my entire life. Her smile could brighten up an entire room!

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  4. Diana said, What a beautiful family❤. Ashley you will always be remembered by that beautiful smile. Shine angel❤Princess

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  5. Nicole Bernard said, I remember being in high school and Ashley and I would always have sleepovers at her place. Every night, we would go rent really bad movies (usually starring Paris Hilton), buy junk food, and then go back to her house to watch them and sit on Myspace like the super cool kids we were. When we'd wake up in the morning, it was our specialty to make waffles. Tons and tons of waffles. I remember Donna and Lindsay just laughing at us while we made breakfast, because really, what high schoolers get such a kick out of boxed waffle mix? It is the simple memories of her that I love the most, and it breaks my heart that she won't get to touch any more lives the way she touched mine, and the way she touched all of ours. I love her, and I love the Browder family. Thank you for being a second home to me in high school and for being the kindest, closest family I've ever had the blessing to know. <3

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