Wednesday's Woe - Severed Heart ~Edmund Kuznicki

Wednesday's Woe

Severed Heart

~Edmund Kuznicki

You are the silent destroyer inside

You cannot be seen but I feel your sharp knife

When you took our children you also took our lives

They say we’ll pick up the pieces in time, in time

I hope it’s before I completely lose my mind

I once was told to believe and you shall see

I tried that devoutly but have been left for blind

The pain I feel could bring kings and queens to their knees

Every minute, every hour, every day, it reminds

The suffering will bring no closure, no resolution

The rest of our lives looking up from the bottom of this well

I know those who lose their children go straight to heaven

As we have done our penance, this brutal time in hell

The torture will continue, the questions, why, why, why?

What could I have done to stop it, I cry, I cry

Maybe there’s something more as I felt your pain that day

Same time, unusual it was displayed that way

My heart races for no reason but I must overcome and win

I will continue, I will miss you, forever I will love you

My soul shakes and shakes it just cannot be true

I pray one day I can smile again

~Used by gracious permission from the poem's author

Story of Edward Kuznicki's daughter Shanna's death: http://www.jsonline.com/news/wisconsin/78547677.html

Wednesday's Woe - Terrorized

Wednesday's Woe

Terrorized

I dreamed I fell into a trap door--into subterranean terrors.

~Hoyt Hickman

Last night, I was talking to Tommy about a detail of Merry Katherine's death. This detail had been described to me by phone about six months after the crash by the Assistant Chief of Police of Fort Payne, Alabama. The Assistant Chief had helped to handle the horrific crash site the night Merry Katherine was killed. I could have sworn I had told Tommy all the details I had learned, but the mind can only absorb so much...

As soon as I said the words last night, I saw Tommy's face crash in upon itself. Stunned, I realized he did not know this particular fact that had so many painful implications.

I said, "You didn't know this, did you?"

He nodded his head in acknowledgement even as the tears pooled in his eyes.

I said, "I'm sorry."

Almost 3 1/2 years later, and a new discovery of one of the horrific details of our baby's death is made. We have said many times over the months and years since her death, and we said it again last night,

"We are still being terrorized..."

Death is a horrible thing. To have it happen to your cherished baby girl whom you've spent her whole life hovering over, nurturing, and protecting is absolutely one of the most devastating terrors a person can feel.

Now, 3 1/2 years later, we continue to say,

We are still being

Terrorized...

photo: http://www.fotosearch.com/photos-images/terror.html

Quote from Healing After Loss: Daily Meditations for Working Through Grief by Martha Whitmore Hickman.