She was gone. Holly. My Holly. Holly Anne Gray.
The love of my life since I was 17-gone. Just like
that, in a split of a second because of a drunk driver.
I felt sick-I was going to throw up. Why did GOD
have to do this to me? Why her? Why coudn't it
be me that died-anything but Holly.
My name is Nate Gray, and I did not just get
punk'd-even though I wish I was and this was
all some sick, cruel joke and Ashton was going
to jump out anytime and yell, "YOU JUST GOT PUNK'D!"
But he wasn't coming, I wasn't being punk'd and
it wasn't some cruel sick joke, it was reality and
I just became a widowed father of three.