Remember To Let Go

I looked up through the windshield; there was a car coming at us, just a meter away. Time slowed until the cars finally collided. Flashing lights. Screaming. Panic. Chaos. The radio played but it seemed to be getting quieter and the world around me was spinning until I slipped into darkness.
When I woke up the first thing I noticed was the pain; my body hurt everywhere, it was unbearable. Memories poured in my head like a movie but I couldn't quite remember what happened after I got in David's car. I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. My mother stood there, crying. "Mom," I said weakly, "What happened?"
"When you left the party with David, there was a drunk driver, and the police were chasing him. He crashed into your car, and died..." she trailed off, wiping the tears from her eyes. "So did David," she finished carefully, scared of my reaction.
I broke down crying, and secretly my anger burned brightly. I was mad at the other driver, mad at the world, and mad at myself. "He was so young he had his whole life ahead of him," I cried. I sat there drowning in my misery. No amount of words or flowers or pity would bring him back, and to be honest, the pity made it worse.
A long time went by where I just sat there crying because the worst pain was in my heart, and knowing that nothing I could do would bring David back. For quite a long time I held onto my resentful attitude because I felt like when I let it go, David would truly be gone, out of sight and out of mind. I stopped caring about everything else and focused all my attention on my bitterness and not on moving forward. For at least a year I dwelled on it but after a while, I realized that nothing would change and the best I could do was move on. I guess sometimes the best you can do is remember to let go.