My weekend (Friday) went off without a hitch. I picked up my grammar school friend Maga and my bestie Rita (Lola) and we were off on our merry way to the dude ranch that I spoke of. We chilled out Friday, hiked and rode horses Saturday morning and all was going good until I got an "unexpected" call from my Aunt Chuckie. She was wondering if my niece changed her mind and decided to accompany me to the dude ranch. I told her "no" she had made prior plans to go out with her friend Friday night for birthday celebrations. My aunt was looking for her because it was already 2:30 and had not heard from her. I told her to try different locations/people and that most likely she was sleeping still possibly with a hangover. That was the end of the call. Sometimes my niece would ignore my aunt's calls, she would state that her mother was always up her ass or just being nosey and I assumed that Michelle was possibly sleeping and/or ignoring her calls like in pass instances. I texted her after I hung up with my aunt and told her "call your mom, shes looking for you". Let me point out that reception at the location I was at is very bad. Calls are never going thru and texts are far and few in between to be sent or received. This is why I texted her rather than called her. I didn't get a reply back but I knew she would eventually call her mom.
Saturday morning for some reason I woke up feeling sad. Not sure why and I just brushed it off. We were all bullshitting having a good time, me trying to ignore the feeling that I woke up with and everyone around me oblivious to what I was feeling. I just figured that anxiety was trying to set in and I was fighting it. An inner battle I constantly am dealing with. When I got the call from my aunt looking for Mishy, never in a million years did I ever think what was going to be told to me that evening.
After my conversation with my aunt I called my niece around 4. Melissa my niece told me that they all went to a bar called Juniors and then were going to go to a bar called Love and Music. She was with Michelle and the rest of their friends. The decision to go to the other bar was made and Melissa and her sister and some others would go in one car and Mishy left with the birthday girl and another girl. The other girl drove since Mishy and Sandra were intoxicated. Mishy never made it to the bar and Melissa figured that they blew them off and just went elsewhere or even just went home. When I called Melissa that night to see where Michelle was, she told me that Mishy was yet to be heard from and they went to all police stations, called all hospitals and tried almost everyone they knew that knew her. So naturally I told her to keep me posted.
The final call...the final call that I made was at 6:30 to get an update on the appearance of my niece Mishy. My niece was at the police station and she stated "Blanca its not good, Michelle is dead. Sandra and Michelle died early this morning in a car accident." I cant even explain what I felt, I felt like it was all a bad joke, I wanted to say "Michelle who because I know my Mishy is passed out somewhere suffering from a hangover". All I heard were those words and then my niece crying uncontrollably. How I wish I was there to hold her, to be there just to see that it was all a lie.
Sunday came, the day we leave the ranch and I couldn't even sleep the night before. Trying to keep a smiling face and pretend everything is good is really hard to do when my thoughts were all consumed of my niece, the how did this all happen, questions that I couldn't get answers to. I laid down Saturday night and I think I slept for about 3 hours. I was up at 3:30am, packed my stuff, got ready for our departure on Sunday morning. The drive would be a long one 2 hours or so, but even longer in my head because I wanted to get to my nieces, my aunt char, and just get some answers, hugs, and just spend time with them. Of course leave it to mother nature to add to the dreary day, an ice storm was approaching us by noon. Thanking God, we missed the ice storm and I was home around 1:30. No one was home when I got home. My mother was preparing for a trip to Mexico on this day and my family took her to the store for last minute items. I called my niece and she was already home and my aunt was still at the police station inquiring about the accident, she went to the hospital to speak to the "survivor" of the accident who by now has said 3 different stories as to why she winded up in the hospital and then my aunt had to go identify the body at the morgue. I didn't get to see her at all on Sunday. I was so exhausted, with the driving and the emotion running thru my head/body, taking my mom to the airport at 10:00pm was a project. I felt so drained and when I got home from the airport and laid my head down, I was out for the night.
Monday, January 28th...I had an interview at 10:00 and I think it went pretty well, it lasted 2 hours. I had already asked for the day off just to relax before going to work. Never in a million years would've I known that this day was "intended" for other uses. Its funny how God works. I took Monday off to relax and the week prior (Thursday) I was asked to come in for an interview and I asked if I could do it Monday. "No Problem" they said. I thought to myself how awesome that it worked out. I took off and had time to go for the interview. How God worked this day for me to go to this interview and worked this day out to go spend time with my aunt, make funeral arrangements and go "clean" Mishy's house. Funny how God plans things without us knowing it. It is SO true when they say "God makes things happen for a reason".
I think this is enough for right now. My blog for the ranch, well you pretty much get the jist of it, the people around me, who I went with had an awesome time. I on the other hand, smiled but my heart was really not into it for the obvious reasons. I did take some pictures and I hope you like, but this blog is dedicated to my niece whom I will truly miss because she was the "life of the party" at every family function we had. Im gonna miss her calling or saying to me "Hi Myrtle". Im going to miss her smile, her laugh, her drunken stupors, and HER in general. RIP Michelle Rose Miranda, 9/7/75-1/26/13
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| RIP Michelle Rose Miranda 9/7/75 - 1/26/13 |
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