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A Double Grief
Nov 24, 2002
My husband and 7 year old son, my baby, drown July4th, 2002, at Ocean Shores. I can't stop seeing then drown. It was my fault my baby died, I had a gut instinct he was too far away from me and I acted on it too late. A rip tide, which I had never heard of, formed at my baby's feet and in less than 3 minutes I watched my baby drown. My husband tried to reach him and couldn't until he was already dead. Then he lost hold of the baby and drown also. I am alone now. I want to be with them, I belong with them. Things have just gotten progressively worse. Among others... I am being evicted, I have this email til I am cancelled. I have no working vehicle, I fixed the truck twice but it's broke again and to not be able to visit the cemetery is agony on top of agony. It's like things are constantly telling me I don't belong here anymore.
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