“Good Lord. I’m sorry.”
Thank you. One of the things I remember is the sound - a horrible, pained, awful sound - my mother made when my father explained to her that her daughter had been killed. It was more than a scream. I just can’t really describe it, but it’s still in my head decades later.
A few years ago I was talking to my mother about the death of my cousin (the daughter of my aunt and uncle) and she said something that I never knew before. My father went with my uncle to identify the body. Later that night my father told my mother what happened. He said that when my uncle saw his daughter’s body he let out a sound, a terrible, awful sound of pain. My mother remembered my father sitting on the edge of the bed telling her this and saying he didn’t think he would ever get that sound out of his head. My father had fought in two wars, was wounded twice, lost friends, suffered, had nightmares, but it was that sound that he thought he would never get out of his head. A few years later I heard that sound from my mother when my sister was killed. I’ve never said anything about that to her. While she explained everything that happened with my uncle I just kept my mouth shut. For the parent who has lost a child - even decades later - the pain, the grief, can be overwhelming. I’ve seen it and I don’t wish it on anybody - not even my worst enemy.
MY GOD!! I’m HORRIFIED at the suffering my fellow FReepers and their kin have had to endure!!
This thread will stay with me for a while.
You and some others here have been through HELL.
I will pray for all of you and your loved ones, alive and passed on.
I’m sorry you had to hear that sound. I can’t and don’t want to imagine it.