What I’m now stuck with is the memory of what I saw and smelled.
He sweet little face was ... The car had definitely rolled over his head.
I refused to let Nathan see him.
I buried him with a Churu, the magic treat for which he’d forgive us any trespass.
I went to the liquor store and didn’t realize I had blood on my white teeshirt. I broke down crying in the car.
What an awful night.