Day 4 - Feb 12

It is 11am on Saturday and I was thinking about The Flower’s family. How they found out, who found out first…what they are all doing now…it is questions I don’t ask myself a lot, because that is where my real guilt and shame lives. It is for the survivors, the people left behind, the many other lives I destroyed, that is where my hurt comes from every year…not the accident, not the killing, but from those lives I destroyed and have to still try to find a way to live also. They are who I hurt for. The stone creates ripples and throwing the stone lighted my burden, I need to carry the bag and feel it getting lighter

Annotation: This is accurate, but not meant to minimize the accident