keep hoping you'll come back
I think i may be delusional.It will be six years Sept.11, 2014. I have spent most of the last six years struggling with how to get through every day, sometimes making it and sometimes not. He was only 36, he was riding his motorcycle and smashed into a rock dying instantly, they tell me. There was blood, gas, oil, a missing boot, a crashed motorcycle helmet with his skin and blood and hair in it. It was everywhere. The local paper even ran a false article that he had been decapitated. I have horrible flash backs to the accident site all the time, almost daily even after 6 years. I have such a depth of sadness and melancholy that I can't seem to find any moments of joy. Most days i just want to go to bed by the afternoon because i can not live with what goes on in my head. I do not feel any healing.