I read this post on Eden’s blog…
Once. Only once. I’m not sure I can read it again. It’s everything I’m afraid of, written down and real and happening to someone else’s family right now.
All I can think of is my boy. My sweet, precious, innocent, serious little boy. My son, and all that’s ahead of him.
We’re in a somewhat ‘pleasant’ lull of life right now, in comparison to what has been and what will be. Chop hasn’t asked the question, not yet, of how daddy died. He will. But I’m in no hurry to begin explaining, to begin building foundations and framework for what he will eventually need to understand.
I mourn for Eden’s brother, her Cam. I mourn for her and her sisters and this shitty reality they’ve had to face. Again and again and again.
It doesn’t end. It’s just taking your pain and transferring it on. It’s a chemical reaction, and the catalyst is a rope. A running car.
It doesn’t stop, it doesn’t stop, it doesn’t stop. The actions of one person who’s not here to see the repercussions just flow on and on.
It keeps hurting, even after you’re gone.