The Aftermath

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   I still feel the sadness, the pain, the loss. Maybe this was meant to happen, maybe it's just Gods way of saying that it was his time to go.
     I still remember his smile, his laugh, the way he reeked of whiskey after a Friday night. This doesn't feel real....this can't be real. I think of this as I sit in the lobby of Woodysprings hospital. A nurse with pink scrubs and a black pony tail walked up to me and gently said "You know you can leave now Ms.Reynolds."
       Ms., is she going to act like we were never married. Baffled, I grabbed my purse and headed to the almost-packed parking lot. (After the landslide this morning I'm not suprised). I jogged to my blue minivan and pulled out my keys, I unlocked the door and got in. I don't know where I'm going, I have no sense of direction as grief overwhelms me.
       All I can think about is this morning 9:42 am, the edge of Woodysprings largest hill. I was driving with my husband Thomas to my mother-in laws house for a visit. I couldn't have known this was going to happen, I couldn't have saved him.
        We felt shaking, at first I thought it was the motor acting up again but then he looked back at me. "Get out of the car." Before I could grasp his words I looked ahead as other drivers were getting out of their cars and hugging the side of the mountain. "Thomas.." Before I could finish my sentence he was already on the passenger side yanking my arm. I followed him along with the other people on the road
       A loud crack made me and the other twenty people jump out of our shoes. I heard screaming, and when I opened my eyes I saw a girl with curly brown hair maybe 15? Being smothered by a fallen boulder. I screamed in horror as more rocks were falling. I was holding on to Thomas when he pushed me out of the way and I smacked into the pavement. More screams erupted from the crowd of weeping people. I screamed bloody murder as I saw Thomas laying face down bleeding out of his head. That moment I knew he was gone.
       After the shaking stopped, the police showed up and ambulances rushed people to the hospital. I stayed at the scene to be interviewed since I already knew Thomad was.....dead. They let me get my belongings out of my car, I stumbled across a picture of me and Thomad and I broke down sobbing. A man on overalls tapped my shoulder, It was the tow man ready to take my car to the hospital. The police escorted me to the hospital were I sat only for a few moments when the nurse told me to go home.
     I realized where I was going when I heard the familiar sound of blearing EDM remixes from my college neighbors (can everything just stop.) I walked up to my grey painted home, if you can call it a home anymore. And I went inside.
        I am totally drained so I kick off my shoes and go to bed. Every piece of my life that was joyous has fallen apart just like my heart. I tossed and turned all night, thinking of him. Sadness,pain,loss, it's all I feel now....and for the rest of my life.

                        The End