The Journey Home… Returning Alone
Picking up the story from my February 28 entry… My journey home to Arkansas to bury my father was difficult. But it was only a precursor for the shock to follow. By 6:00 o’clock that evening of May 7, 1999, my husband’s death had me reeling. The unexpected fast moving events kept me from being able to even pause while grieving for these two men in my life. When crisis strikes, I go into survival mode. I felt like a huge truck had run over me. And it just kept running and running. Having sat for... Sign in to see full entry.