In Honor of…Misti Hatfield

Misti…

Night has fallen…
Although your so close in my thoughts every minute…
It’s when the hour gets quiet, shadows have fallen, & time has slowed down from the day I feel closest to you…
I’ve come to consider it “our time” & even though I might be weary I embrace it…
I embrace you!! ❤️💋

I remember…
Getting that fateful call from your sister Heather Perkins…
She was crying, hurriedly mumbling, & driving to my house. We all got into our car as Bryan drove us to Grant trauma.
I remember…
Walking inside, asking your condition, & taking that first walk down that long hallway. Your room was at the very end &
I could see you as I approached through the glass doors…

How I wish…
I was strong, that I could have saved you, & that I could control time…

I would have walked into your room
with purpose instead of tears…
Gazed down at your broken body, caressed your face, & kissed your cheek…

I would have paused time…
Reaching for your hand, clasping it into mine, & as we touched…
we would travel…
Upon an alabaster winged stallion, hooves pounding, soaring among the stars, & our destination divided lanes filled with cars…

Past the timeline of…
Souls encased in metal swerving,
a sheriff trying to intercept, & the foreseen vehicle of death approaching you…
You would be in the backseat…
Perhaps listening to music, happily chatting, & sitting close to you would be Bane…

Eerie sounds of brakes screeching in the distance, horns sounding a warning, & I would reach inside for you…
I’d meet your eyes, you would be bewildered by my presence, & I would propel you out…
I would reunite your body & soul. ❤️
I would take your place…

Releasing time…
around Bane my arms would go,
I would be the one to feel the impact, feel bones shatter, the nerves tearing, punctured lungs bleeding, my brain shaking within my skull…
I would breathe smoke from the fire,
Medics would pull my body out, intubate my trachea, machines would keep me alive & I would wait…

Listening…
I could hear you alive, vibrant approaching my bedside, feel your tears fall (as mine did) upon my cheek, & hear your endearments speak to my heart…
Machines would cease, my heart would stop, & my soul would “encase you in my feathers” …you would sense my hug & kiss before my alabaster hooves took to the starry skies above….
🕊🦋🐴

Love ❤️
Momma

Psalm 91:4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield & rampart.

Misti was a passenger in her boyfriend’s car hit by a drunk driver who was going 80 mph, going the wrong way, he didn’t have a license, etc on February 21st, 2022 at 6:49 pm in Columbus, Ohio.

This is one of the posts that I’ve shared on her FB page. 💔 Bane is her husky that survived the crash…

The criminal case should begin soon since her coroners report has been completed. Mistis killer has not been arrested or charged with her death yet…

— Melody Calhoun

SHARE YOUR STORY