What do you do when the end comes so suddenly you go from elation, to devastation within a second?
It happened the day the tree fell destroying everything I thought was precious.
My husband had gone out to buy milk.
There was a storm.
I feel numb thinking about the moment.
I insisted he go.
We had guests and we didn’t have any milk.
It seems a waste now.
I live with my own anguish that I cannot change that second.
I look at where that tree stood and I wish I could have thrown myself under it.
Morpethroad 
Summer a very sad tale indeed, how many moments in life where a decision is made in a split second that can cause insurmountable grief.
Thank you RM, I think my melancholic stories of later reflect my mind set. Bit sad isn’t it.
ah we all get like that, heavens most of my stories are melancholic , you will find your self again, you have just lost your ‘kafuffa valve’ at the moment 🙂 x
My mother-in-law used to use that word. Or was hers ‘kapoofla’? One of those whatsisits or use on a whosist.
nah I prefer mine 🙂 it’s a thingymajig for a whatsaname anyway.
I bought one of those once outbacka Wheelabarraback.
this could go on forever couldn’t it
I could but it shalt.
Lots of regrets and guilt in this post. Sorry it reflects the thoughts of the moment.
Thanks Gabriella all will be good.
🙂
I like your story, although I don’t believe guilt can change anything.
So true Lewis you are right but for some it takes a while to let it go.
An incredibly sad tale.
Thanks Neens, I appreciate you reading my work.
Summer,
You captured the essence of grief, how we question ourselves asking if we could have done anything differently to avert the tragedy. ron
Thanks Ron for your comment. Yes in those circumstances it does become a matter of asking what if? But ultimately we have to accept what has occurred even when we cannot understand.
I agree with ‘bridgesareforburning’. In addition to grief there is also shock, which can be so brutal it’s almost physical. My brother went out to put petrol (gas) in his motorbike and hours later he was dead. And I believe guilt can and does change things – for the better if we process it properly.
thanks Ann, mine is just a story, yours so real.
It’s so easy to shoulder guilt and so difficult to live with it–good story.
Thanks vb for your comment.Sadly some people wear their guilt around their necks all their lives.
So sad that is was over milk. I can see how it might be easy to concentrate on those little facts in such a situation. Nicely done!
Thanks Amy. So often it is a small thing that triggers the anguish of grief.
Dear summerstommy,
Sad but well written.life is full of regrets, isn’t it?
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. We could make our regrets our lives if we let them. But that is no way to live.
A well written but sad tale, but how often in life is it that the seemingly little things change the order of lives.. Hope your mood lifts.
Dee
Thanks Dee, I am doing well today.
a very sad story… i really felt her guilt. well done
Thanks kz I am glad you could connect with her.
This is sad, she shouldn’t blame herself.
Thanks Dawn one hopes that in time she will learn to let it go.