It’s Been Two Years Since the Day My Life Changed Forever
Reflections on a tragedy that nearly robbed me of the will to carry on
A friend of mine called me up after he heard. He offered to take me out to breakfast. I didn’t end up going, but it was enough that he reached out. There are moments when you can’t leave people alone.
He’d been through something similar. A few years before, there’d been an accident with a school bus. He was among the first on the scene. At least, in his case there had been survivors. He walked away knowing that, despite the horrors that he witnessed, a few kids were alive because of his actions on that day.
All I did was direct the police to the body.
The girl had been a year older than my youngest daughter. She went to the same school. Often, as I’d sat in my office writing, I’d look out the window and see her riding her bike down the sidewalk.
Now there are only faded yard signs wishing her peace and the memory of a child who was robbed of the opportunity to grow up.
First, there was numbness, then there was pain
Even now there are things that I cannot say. The trial hasn’t happened yet. Justice, if you can call it justice, remains in purgatory.
