Broken

One Soul's Journey

“Love knows not it’s own depth until the hour of separation.” – Khalil Gibran

We finally closed the case on my daughter’s shooting this week; for which I am truly grateful. However, the closure has also brought back painful and poignant memories.

I am flooded with recollections of the day that JPS called me for notification of next of kin; urging me to come to the ICU immediately. I know in retrospect that they were calling with urgency because they believed that she was going to die. I remember her swollen body with the right side of her head blown open. The doctor told me that there was not enough skin to cover the wound; that he was doubtful that the graft would work. I remember her hands with half of her acrylic nails torn off. I cut the remaining nails off and cleaned the blood from underneath her real…

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