The Suburban

I came across this picture by chance just yesterday. I was searching for another accident that had happened in our area and our suburban was the result. I have looked for this image many times without success. I never understood when I heard the phrase, you were lucky that only one was lost. I understand now how someone could say that. It has brought back the memories, the nightmares.

Rhiannon's Birthday

It feels just like yesterday I held you in my arms. I love and miss you so much. You were so beautiful. Your spirit made me want to be a better person. Your death made me realize, so young, how important every minute of life here on Earth is.

Can't breath. Throat aches from trying. Head is spinning. Having a hard time thinking. Heart is beating. Feel it in my neck, my head, my chest, my legs. Can't see any light at the end. How did we get here? Can they take them from us? Why? Why did all this happen? Who still believes I'm strong? I am not. Mother's Day alone. Rhiannon's birthday alone. Alone in my thoughts and yet muster enough strength for homework, for cooking, for cleaning. I must. I can't give up. It is too important. Oh God send me the strength, the Hope, the Faith I need to endure.