Members kirksdad Posted May 5, 2009 Members Report Share Posted May 5, 2009 I am going on 9 years into this journey and the pain hits the hardest when I have to watch as a friend endures the same unthinkable tragic experience that I had to endure. I teach and my para just lost her little girl in a tragic car accident. She works with me and one of my classes and I have her daughter in class, not the one that was just killed, but her sister who was in the accident, also, and has a broken back. The father was driving, it is not a sure thing that he will make it and my para is in critical condition. I had to read a statement this morning about the death of her 10 year old daughter and I was hardly able to get through it. I had one kid in class that might have remembered Kirk, we were all crying and it is just like reliving it all over again.I remember the heavy weight the depression and how it consumed my life. This feeling that I have right now isn't as great as it was with Kirk's death, but, boy, I sure can remember what it all felt like with the way I am feeling now. I wish I have never had to experience this and know what a parent has to go through. I can't imagine my friend's feelings, her injury along with her grief, it is just too over whelming to even have to think about, but as one that has experienced the death of a child, I am being overwhelmed myself.As we talked about it this morning as a faculty I listened as other recounted experiences with friends or family and it struck me how completely oblivious they were to exactly what happens to a parent when a child is taken from them. One even talked about a cousin who seemed to get over it after a while, but never mentions her child. Uh, all I could say is a parent never gets over it. A parent may get through it a little, but it is a daily pain that can lessen with time and help, but never goes away.I like to think I have handled my son's death with a little dignity, a little growth, but when something like this happens I find myself wanting to crawl into bed and hide away from it all for a few days. I guess I will try my best to at least give her my support, some guidance into what life will be like, and work on getting myself back to the new "normal". That new "normal" seems to break apart when something like this happens. It seems to happen way to frequently.God, I wish this had never happened, I wish my son was still here, and I was as oblivious as the people I was talking to this morning.Just needed to vent. Jim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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