M5 Accident
The past day has been difficult. A horrific accident at our town's motorway junction has really shaken me up. It's hard to put into words why, it feels terribly self-indulgent when I think of the poor people involved and the horror of it for them and the emergency services.
But that's just it. It brings back memories, especially at this time of year, it's that kind of incident.
There have been lots of tears, lots of phone calls making sure people are safe. I worried about my sister coming home from wherever she was working this week. I had to keep reminding myself she was traveling southbound, not northbound, but I still had to speak to her to make sure.
Then there's the constant media coverage, I turned the TV news off because I found it too distressing, but I was still reminded when the radio news came on and anyway, I couldn't help compulsively updating facebook to make sure everyone was ok.
Someone I know said that for them August was the month of dying. Well now is my time of dying. On 11th November my aunt Gill aged only 36, 1st December my sister and 15th December 2010 my Grandfather. And I miss them all and this year will be harder because of grandpa.
Kate, my aunt (Gill's sister, Grandpa's daughter) rang to check we were ok and not involved in the accident. She mentioned that Grandpa's house has finally been sold. She went to visit, on her own to say 'goodbye' and she picked the last of the apples on the tree in his garden and made an apple crumble. This makes me hurt the most, the memories of those little home comforts. It was always a highlight of visits, and there were many during my childhood. Their home was my home. My parents lived there when I was first born, I would often go to stay there during the holidays and it was my sanctuary.
But that's just it. It brings back memories, especially at this time of year, it's that kind of incident.
There have been lots of tears, lots of phone calls making sure people are safe. I worried about my sister coming home from wherever she was working this week. I had to keep reminding myself she was traveling southbound, not northbound, but I still had to speak to her to make sure.
Then there's the constant media coverage, I turned the TV news off because I found it too distressing, but I was still reminded when the radio news came on and anyway, I couldn't help compulsively updating facebook to make sure everyone was ok.
Someone I know said that for them August was the month of dying. Well now is my time of dying. On 11th November my aunt Gill aged only 36, 1st December my sister and 15th December 2010 my Grandfather. And I miss them all and this year will be harder because of grandpa.
Kate, my aunt (Gill's sister, Grandpa's daughter) rang to check we were ok and not involved in the accident. She mentioned that Grandpa's house has finally been sold. She went to visit, on her own to say 'goodbye' and she picked the last of the apples on the tree in his garden and made an apple crumble. This makes me hurt the most, the memories of those little home comforts. It was always a highlight of visits, and there were many during my childhood. Their home was my home. My parents lived there when I was first born, I would often go to stay there during the holidays and it was my sanctuary.