After seeing her ride off at aprox 6pm, on Thursday April 28th 2011, the phone rang aprox 45 minutes later, it was her mother, 'the bike was registered to her mother address' get up to the hospital fast, Alison has had an accident and is in a bad way. I went into panic mode, feeling sick in my stomach, the next 10 minutes were a blur, I went next door to our friends and asked for a lift to the hospital, I was in no fit state to drive myself. We got as far as the main junction at the end of the road, it was sealed off by police, on leaving the house I did not know where the accident had happened, when I saw the road block--I knew. We stopped and I went over to a police officer. I need not go into the finer details, but yes it was Alison, the collision was further up the road and not in sight of the police road block.
The following seven day's where just a blur, endless phone calls to make, arrangements to be made, visitors everyday. Hardly any sleep, trying to eat, just reeling in shock and raw emotion. How can I possibly live my life without Alison?
From that very first morning after the accident, I have cried everyday to the present day. Such was our bonding and love, accepting she was gone and that I would never see, hear or touch her again is and always will be incomprehensible.