Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Emotionally Surviving a Traumatic Event
It’s four in the morning. The phone rings. No one’s there. Caller ID says it’s my daughter in LA. My heart pounds. I call back. It goes straight to voice mail. I text, but there’s no response. I wait - check my email and find a disturbing message. I call again. Finally she answers. My phone is acting weird. Sorry. I’m fine.
I cannot fall back to sleep. I am concocting a response to her email in my head.
John saw a biker get hit by a car. I only saw the aftermath. Lots of blood and the guy wasn't moving. The entire windshield was smashed. It was horrifying. Click here to read more.
Posted by The Bereavement Center at 8:55 AM