Heartbroken

Waiting for the sleep meds to kick in. Couldn’t sleep. Terrible images pouring in left and right. Don’t feel like proper typing tonight. Heart is breaking into a million pieces tonight. Can’t stop crying. The dam finally broke.

Helped a friend out of an abusive relationship a few months ago. Took her and her kids to her mother’s for refuge. The idiot mother lost everything a few days later, and friend was back in the abusive relationship. A month goes by, friend leaves relationship again, moves in with another friend, looks for her own place to live. Finds her own place, and moves into her FIRST home of her own with her kids. Been there a month. Friend is at work last night. Kids are at neighbor’s, sleeping. House burns down during the night. Both kids killed in the fire.

Second friend: finally finds love, plans on marrying in the summer. Fiance’s parents own house next to theirs, rent it out to first friend. House burns down. Kills both parents.

I’m sick with grief. Spent the whole day with both friends. Trying to help. Don’t know what to do. How to console one friend who lost both children, and another friend who lost both parents?

Pissed at reporters who won’t leave families alone. Why is it so important to harass grieving families?  Just tell the basics, then go away! Don’t camp out at work trying to catch a story that nobody wants to tell.

Can’t stop crying. Can’t stop my heart from breaking. Can’t stop worrying about my own son and family. Can’t shut off the images of the charred remains. Don’t know what to do about tomorrow.

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  1. Jen
    November 18, 2010 at 1:34 am

    😦 Wow, I’m so sorry about this all, such a mess, my heart goes out to both families

    • November 18, 2010 at 3:00 am

      This happened in 2007, and it’s still with me every day.

  2. November 18, 2010 at 2:17 am

    Dang, Shelli, that’s horrible! I’m so sorry. Cry it out and hope to sleep. It will help your poor brain a lot. ((Hugs))

    • November 18, 2010 at 3:02 am

      Thanks Temy. This happened in 2007, and I did cry it out … for weeks. Even now, when I think about it, I still cry. I miss those kids!

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