Sometimes stories just arrive. You don't really think about where they came from and mostly you don't need to know. Then there are those stories that demand to be written. That hang around until you finally give up and give them a voice.That is where I found Six.
Six began in 1971 when I was a kid. (Don't do the maths, it's frightening.) My friend, a neighbour across the road, lost her brother in a car accident. We sneaked into his room one night, a shrine to his memory, scared we would get caught by her mother still grieving.
This is what I remember.
A Daddy Cool poster on his wall.
A tidy bed.
Shoes lined up neatly.
The stale smell of nothing.
Guilt that we had intruded upon this special place.
But mainly disbelief that this person's life had ended so abruptly.
3 comments:
Ha Ha! So glad I'm not the only one who can remember the 70s.
Robyn you were obviously a baby.
Peeping into the memories of a vehicular accident victim is scary and full of guilt yet momentous. Car accidents, especially those that were fatal leave a scar in every victim's heart and loved ones affected. That's what happened to my sister-in-law when her father died in a vehicular collision accident. Such tragic accident caused her family so much grief.
With respect to her father's car, it was spared to the damage. Right after the accident, it was brought to the care of the best Dallas collision repair company for repair purposes. Thankfully, the said Dallas dent repair company restored the car into its original form and color.
Thanks for sharing this wonderful piece of life's experience. It gives so much lessons, Karen!
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