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- Subject: Stuck stuck stuck . . .
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- From: pooder@vax2.winona.msus.edu
- Date: 8 Jan 93 17:39:19 CST
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- I'm stuck.
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- The same feelings keep coming back and coming back.
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- The grief, of course. I still love Bonnie and I miss her and time
- doesn't seem to reduce that. It seems right that I love her and I'm
- getting used to loving her but not having her with me. But it's an
- aching love. A love from the deep wound in my heart that won't heal.
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- The guilt, though, isn't something I'm getting used to -- or could.
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- I was driving when the collision happened -- 18 months ago yesterday on
- a clear, warm July Sunday afternoon. When I drive, I'm responsible for
- operating the car safely, but I drove in front of a train. There were
- signs; I've driven there many times before; I *know* there are tracks
- there, but that day I didn't look and I drove in front of the train and
- Bonnie is dead.
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- In my imagination I can see the train hitting the passenger door. I can
- see Bonnie being slammed against the side of the car, the useless seat belstill
- strapped over her shoulder. I can see how her aorta was torn from her heart --
- the damage too much for anyone to repair.
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- She must have felt bewildered asshe sat there waiting or help. She was still
- conscious when someone arrived. She asked for a kleenex to wipe the blood from
- erface. She asked for her son who was unconscious in the back seat.
- She asked for me. I was unconscious in the driver's seat, but I had been saved
- by my seat belt. She was just on the wrong side of the car.
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- I sometimes feel like I'm doing OK. I've thrown myself into my job and my
- new love is supportive and good for me. But it mostly feels like the hurt is
- too deep and I won't be able to recover and go on any more.
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- The despair is so often and so deep. I keep repeating the same useless th
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- ))&$^%## editor!!! I keep repeating the same useless
- things. "WHY" "WHAT IF" "IF ONLY" How could
- I have missed something as big as a train. A
- goddam train.....
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- And I keep repeating OVER and OVER and OVER
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- I'M SORRY
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- I'M SORRY
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- I"M SORRY
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- But Bonnie just isn't there to hear me. To assure me. To tell me it's OK
- like I know she would if she could.
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- There's nothing I can do to undo what happened. And there's nothing I can
- do to make amends to her parents and her brothers and sister and her sons.
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- The pain is so deeeep....
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- and it huurts for so long.....
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