Imagination
The foulness of vomit filled my mouth. Our girls were 48 hours post-accident. The initial shock sunk in and it felt as though my heart was on the outside of my chest. The bitter bile taste comes up just thinking about it. I stumbled out of the bathroom of the Pediatric ICU and slid down the wall. Two of my closest friends came and sat alongside me. Grief crashed over me in relentless waves. I wept from a place in my soul I had no idea existed. The waves slowed, […]
