
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...




























