The Pain
Memories. I am not a writer, I don’t have the skills to make my words flow like I’d like, or to paint the pictures that I would like to convey. But, sometimes, I need to write, to clear my head. Once I’ve put it on paper, the thoughts are somehow released, and I can move on.
I believe it will take a lot of writing to release the pain and grief of losing Sunny. It has been over four months, and the pain and loss are still as sharp and as intense as they were the first moments.
My then seventeen year old daughter, Starr, and her very best friend, Sunny, were involved in a very serious and tragic car accident that took Sunny’s life. I have told no one the details of my experience that night. There was enough—too much—to deal with at the time, for all of us. But the images, sounds, smells and fear haunt me.
Into The Open–Heartless Bastards
