Kelly Dawn Baird
March 30, 1975 - December 9, 1994
She and I didn't always get along great but who ever does? She was still one of my closest friends who I would trust any secret with. It seemed all the fighting between us stopped when she got pregnant at the age of 16 with Kalyn. I was so excited! She was going to have a baby! Still not much changed, to me. She still spent time at my house, only now it was with her daughter also. Then a two years later came along Kyle. I thought Kelly was the greatest person I had ever known. She was my role model.
Suddenly one night my world was flipped upside down along with many other members of my family worlds. Kell was in a terrible car accident. And the driver was drunk! I thought she was going to be okay. She was nineteen. People don't die until they are like 80, right? Wrong. Kelly was taken at nineteen.
The following poem describes the night she was killed along with the days to follow. I wrote it just about a month after her death. Not a day, literally, goes by that I don't think about her or miss her. Everyone says time heals a broken heart but I disagree. I feel just as bad today as the night she died. It's hard not to cry when I think about her and all she was deprived of because her life was cut short. She had to see her son's first birthday from heaven!
Please, please, don’t ever let any one you love drink and drive; don’t ever ride in a car with someone who has been drinking; and most importantly don't ever drive drunk. Too many innocent people die.
It was December 8, 1994
When death came knocking at her door
“Come with me!” a hateful voice said
“Come with me! Get out of bed!”
She got out of bed
No tears were yet shed
She put on her clothes
Then that feeling arose
“I’m not feeling well
Please, can’t you tell?”
He said with a smile
“Just for a while.”
“We’ll go have a drink
Of some coffee or tea.”
What was she to think
About his innocent plea?
She thought for a while
Is he being hostile?
Well maybe I should go
And not let my tears show.
She climbed into his car
Her two friends were behind her
Asking, “Paul, uh, sir,
Why are we at a bar?”
“I just need a drink
And to talk with some friends.”
Then in a blink
It was about to end
Paul was behind the wheel
He had nothing to feel
He was speeding down I-680
Not giving her the respect one should give a lady
She asked him to stop
Or just slow down
There wasn’t a cop
Or any people around
It was just about then
He lost control
The car was upside down
She couldn’t be found
One man stopped
And then went to find a cop
The cops came
And asked for some names
They wanted to know
Who was lying by the snow
“Is she dead?”
One voice said
We got a call
Right after this all
We rushed right there
Our hearts in despair
When I arrived
They said, “Say Good-bye”
Of life she was deprived
Oh, but tell me why
I walked into this room
What was I to assume?
There she lay
I just had to pray
I walked towards her bed
When my dad looked at me and said,
“Amber, she looks like you lying there.”
I just hung onto my one prayer.
“Oh God, will you please let her stay?
Or will she have to go away?
Let her stay, Please!
Don’t let her leave!”
Hours later a doctor came in
And he said, “This is a sin
But the blood is no longer reaching her brain.”
God, he sounds so insane!
I still sat by her side
Wishing her eyes would open wide
I held onto her hand
Hoping she would go to the Promise Land.
While she was alive
I slowly said, “Good-bye.”
Why couldn’t she survive?
All I could do was cry
I kissed her forehead
Why can’t it be me instead?
She was nineteen
With two kids and the world to be seen
I turned to walk away
When I suddenly heard her say
“Am, I’m happy now.
Things happen, I can’t answer how.”
That night I couldn’t sleep
I could only dream of that creep
Who took away her life
Just like being stabbed with a knife.
I went to the funeral viewing
Oh my God! What am I doing?
Then to the service
Now I’m more nervous
They closed the white casket
It’s supposed to remind me of a basket
That will hold her body of clay
Well, that’s what the all say
A man came to my side
And how I felt inside
He said my feelings don’t show
So he just didn’t know
He walked me to the site
Where she would be laid to rest
He said, “It’ll be all right.
I know I seem like a pest.”
He slowly walked away
And left me there to pray
I bowed my head
And quietly said
“There is a lot I would have gave
If you could have been saved.
My hurt is not so bad
Since I know you are not sad.
I hope you understand
Why I left go of your hand.
I don’t want to let go, Kel
I guess that makes me low.
I really don’t care though
‘Cause I really love you so.”
I gently opened my eyes
I could still hear her cries
I still hear them today
And they sound the same way
As when she departed this life
*A true poem written 1-95
Kelly, I still miss you and I love you very much! I know you are with me everyday in my heart. I love you. 3-00
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