Dec 21, 2003 17:39
Friday night my uncle hit a car that swerved into his lane and turned sideways. Last night while at work I had to read the front page story that says that he killed a 6 year old girl in the car. He can't sleep, he can't breathe, all he can do is think it is his fault. All he can do is think about the fact that if he would have stopped in time that little girl would still be alive. The little girl who stilled believed in Santa Clause, the little girl who still believed her parents knew everything, the little girl who didn't know what to think when the headlights were starring at her. My uncle is physically fine but mentally he will never be fine again. He is traumatized for life. Last night I could not go into my store for about an hour because when I did I would have 78 copies of the story starring back at me making it real. And when it's real it means I can't fix it. All I could do is pray last night and I don't even know if God will do anything for me considering I haven't exactly been the good little christian girl that I used to be. I'm so used to being able to fix everything but this is unfixable, there is no way I can just call him up and ask how he's doing. I want to make him all better and make him know that it's not his fault but he's scarred for life and there is nothing I can do and that hurts.
Signing off...
Big Head in a Lil Top Hat