Anastasia said:I fly out of Newark, and live in Pennsylvania, so must take the NJ turnpike for quite awhile to get there. It is nerve-wracking and insane. In two weeks I'll be using it and am sure I'll think of Heather. Someone mentioned that the SUV must have been following too closely, or the driver wasn't paying attention. On the NJ turnpike you can't go the speed limit, or leave the recommended 1 car length for every 10 miles per hour between you and the car in front of you. The people around you are driving too fast and too recklessly, you have no choice but to try to keep up or you will be literally run over. If only EVERYONE could follow the rules, it would be a lot safer, but unfortunately there are too many people who think the rules don't apply to them and they're too important or too busy to go a reasonable speed. It is perfectly possible that the SUV driver was being negligent (and I personally have huge problems with SUVs in general), but it's also possible he had no choice to be that close, to keep from being rammed from behind himself, or he could not switch lanes because he was boxed in - that happens sometimes, where you'll be trapped in a lane for miles and miles, sometimes even missing your exit, because there are too many cars too close to each other and driving too fast. And driving too slowly on such roads can be just as dangerous as driving too fast, when everyone around you is like a bat out of hell
I do hope legal action is taken against Ford for the sheer lunacy and callous disregard for safety and life they demonstrated by making such a car.
UP-AND-COMING MODEL HEATHER BRATTON DIED TRAGICALLY IN A CAR ACCIDENT ON THE NEW JERSEY TURNPIKE ON THE MORNING OF JULY 22, 2006. IT NOT ONLY CLAIMED THE LIFE OF A RISING STAR IN FASHION, BUT A 19-YEAR-OLD WITH A BEAUTIFUL HEART. HER AGENT DEREK DAYLEY REMEMBERS A WOMAN WHO DIDN'T LIKE HEELS AND LIVED FOR HER FAMILY. BRATTON WAS AN ULTIMATE V-GIRL AND WE MISS HER VERY MUCH
The first time I met Heather was August of 2005. My first and lasting impression of her was this: she walked into the agency and had bright purple velour flip-flops on. Since it was almost time for the shows, I asked her if she had any heels, and if not, what size foot she had so I could get her a pair. She told me that she had a size medium. That was one of the great things about Heather. She didn’t pretend to know all about fashion, and she had no problem admitting that she did not know who Kate Moss or Naomi Campbell were. She was one hundred percent herself. She was very curious and wanted to learn, so she listened and remembered everything.
As a model, Heather was a very calm and quiet one. Everyone noticed her potential immediately. Everything happened really fast, all the magazines, the shows… At first she felt a bit overwhelmed. Her first show season was especially hard for her. She wasn’t used to wearing heels and her feet really hurt—to the point were she could barely walk. She prevailed and made us all very proud of her. She was very professional—always on time. In fact, she was always early.
One thing that Heather’s family told me recently was that one of her dreams in life was to be able to walk in a show, be on the cover of a magazine, and to be in a campaign. Heather accomplished those dreams, even though she modeled for only a year.
The most important thing in her life was her family. She loved them so much. I remember hearing her talk about them all the time. She made a calendar for me once that had nearly thirty birthdays on it. She wanted me to make sure that she had all of those days off—all the days were birthdays of her brothers and sisters in Florida, her grandma and grandpa, and her cousins in South Carolina.
Heather knew very well what she wanted. She always talked about how much she would like to be an interior designer after modeling. I’ve talked to many people who knew her and they all agree about how huge her heart was. She was the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She only cared about making everyone happy. We lost her way, way too soon... I will miss her greatly. Derek Dayley
UP-AND-COMING MODEL HEATHER BRATTON DIED TRAGICALLY IN A CAR ACCIDENT ON THE NEW JERSEY TURNPIKE ON THE MORNING OF JULY 22, 2006. IT NOT ONLY CLAIMED THE LIFE OF A RISING STAR IN FASHION, BUT A 19-YEAR-OLD WITH A BEAUTIFUL HEART. HER AGENT DEREK DAYLEY REMEMBERS A WOMAN WHO DIDN'T LIKE HEELS AND LIVED FOR HER FAMILY. BRATTON WAS AN ULTIMATE V-GIRL AND WE MISS HER VERY MUCH
The first time I met Heather was August of 2005. My first and lasting impression of her was this: she walked into the agency and had bright purple velour flip-flops on. Since it was almost time for the shows, I asked her if she had any heels, and if not, what size foot she had so I could get her a pair. She told me that she had a size medium. That was one of the great things about Heather. She didn’t pretend to know all about fashion, and she had no problem admitting that she did not know who Kate Moss or Naomi Campbell were. She was one hundred percent herself. She was very curious and wanted to learn, so she listened and remembered everything.
As a model, Heather was a very calm and quiet one. Everyone noticed her potential immediately. Everything happened really fast, all the magazines, the shows… At first she felt a bit overwhelmed. Her first show season was especially hard for her. She wasn’t used to wearing heels and her feet really hurt—to the point were she could barely walk. She prevailed and made us all very proud of her. She was very professional—always on time. In fact, she was always early.
One thing that Heather’s family told me recently was that one of her dreams in life was to be able to walk in a show, be on the cover of a magazine, and to be in a campaign. Heather accomplished those dreams, even though she modeled for only a year.
The most important thing in her life was her family. She loved them so much. I remember hearing her talk about them all the time. She made a calendar for me once that had nearly thirty birthdays on it. She wanted me to make sure that she had all of those days off—all the days were birthdays of her brothers and sisters in Florida, her grandma and grandpa, and her cousins in South Carolina.
Heather knew very well what she wanted. She always talked about how much she would like to be an interior designer after modeling. I’ve talked to many people who knew her and they all agree about how huge her heart was. She was the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She only cared about making everyone happy. We lost her way, way too soon... I will miss her greatly. Derek Dayley