
Two years ago today, what started out as a seemingly normal day ended as everything but…
Two years ago today, he went HOME.
I still hear the thump of his fall, the sound of his moan, the sound of him gasping for air, my screams at the 911 operator quite vividly.
“HURRY! 🤬🤬🤬”
I still question why he didn’t tell me anything.
I still question if they really did “everything they could”.
I still question everything, though knowing there was absolutely nothing I (or anyone) could have done differently to change the circumstances.
I still wish this wasn’t reality.