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“There were a lot of dreams we had,” said Antonette. “My husband had planned out everything. He said, ‘Don’t worry, we have a long-term plan.’”
Instead, on Saturday, Antonette will bury her husband and daughter.
Jayantha and Eleesha Wijeratne died on Aug. 5 in a crash that nearly killed Antonette, too. A suspected drunk driver going the wrong way on an exit ramp hit them head-on as they left the QEW for Highway 427.
Antonette will be in Sunnybrook hospital for weeks more, with broken bones — arm, leg and ribs — and an immobile hip. She will be taken to the funeral in a wheelchair guided by the only other surviving member of her immediate family, son Brian, 19.
The family came to Toronto, where much of Jayantha’s family already lived, in 2000.
They got jobs, bought a house in North York and raised their family. They often went on road trips. In 2010, they spent two weeks touring Quebec and the Maritimes. Jayantha was a good driver, very careful, said Antonette. He always drove.
That first week of August, they were returning from a vacation to Florida. They had so much fun there, Antonette said. She took a picture near the end of the holiday of her husband and daughter coming out of the water at the beach, jumping in the air, laughing. The two of them were so similar — looked the same, talked the same. Always laughing, both of them.
“We did a pretty good job,” said Antonette. “We didn’t have a lot of money but we were OK. We were a very happy family.”
They were almost home when all that changed.
Antonette was in the front beside her husband, Eleesha in the back. They were all wearing seatbelts.
Then there was the crash. That part she doesn’t remember.
“Then I was conscious. I woke up and I was stuck in somewhere. I realized something happened to us. I couldn’t move.”
She looked to the left, where Jayantha should be, and saw only darkness.
She looked behind, to her daughter.
Police went to their house and woke Brian, who had stayed home from the trip to study. The officers told him his father and sister were dead. They told him to get in the car, come to the hospital, to his mother.
It was like a dream, Brian said later that night. He didn’t feel like it was happening, not to him.