Post by mamad on Apr 25, 2017 2:51:53 GMT
In a couple of weeks it will be one year since my son was murdered. He was killed trying to intervene to protect his friend. I had never been to were it happened and recently found myself in the area so I googled it and decided I would drive by. The bar in located in a plaza and so I parked a few feet away, While I was parked I started to picture that night, and what in my mind may have taken place, running different scenarios through my mind. I wondered where he was when it all went down, where on the ground he may have laid awaiting the ambulance. Many thoughts, pictures, and feelings rushed through my mind, and then, I wondered how he felt. Did he know he was shot, and the thoughts that may have had, and how it may have felt. Did he know he wouldn't survive, that his minutes here were numbered? Was there anyone to hold him and comfort him, to hold his hand, to talk to him. It must have been so loud and crazy. My brain was bombarded, and heart was in pain, so I closed my eyes and sat for a while in quiet. It was hard just being there, knowing this was where it all went down, and it was all so senseless.
I didn't know how I was going to react, but I wanted to see it for myself, and I didn't want my girls being with me when I went. I think it hurts more now than a year ago. I think because it's had time to really marinate, and the reality that he is actually no longer here in the physical.
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I didn't know how I was going to react, but I wanted to see it for myself, and I didn't want my girls being with me when I went. I think it hurts more now than a year ago. I think because it's had time to really marinate, and the reality that he is actually no longer here in the physical.
visit my blog at www.24kay.ca or continue reading at The scene of the crime