Part 2
As the sound of the truck disappeared in the distance, Mindy collapses to the ground in tears. “What are we going to do, Sean? What the hell are we going to do?”
Sean reaches down and picks up the bags and brings them over to sit down and sit next to Mindy. “First thing we need to do is check what supplies we have. He said there was enough food for two days for the two of us, a knife and a revolver with five rounds in it as well as a tent. Let’s check”, Sean s
Well loss like that is hard to ever let it go. It stays with you, and I am sorry you have gone through this.
In my experience it helps me to type it up even if no one reads it. I have an ongoing word file on my laptop just called “life”. It has pretty much all my memories good or bad. Which I keep adding to. Just my way of dealing with trauma and grief. Even if it’s just to listen or read your messages we are here, just a message away.
Start strong, keep stepping forward enjoying the everyday accomplishments, take a breather, greet the morning sun, thank the gentle moon and lastly take the next step forward after each breather.