You know, one of those perfect early Spring days. Just an ordinary day. The same type of day that fooled me before, the day of Steve's accident.
We are rapidly approaching the one year anniversary. I can't imagine how I am going to deal with the day, after the way I didn't handle a day like the day very well.
It's like I could relive it minute by minute. The accident happened just about NOW. I was cooking dinner, and getting annoyed that Steve wasn't there yet. He was laying in the ditch, starting the fight of and for his life. I was still just making tacos. I had no idea.
Shouldn't I have felt something? Shouldn't I have felt a jolt, a cold chill, something? Why was I so clueless?
Ya, I know that last paragraph was totally irrational. I am not real good at rational on bad days.
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