She hit the snooze button for the third time. Usually she was up and moving the first time her alarm went off. But not this day. She has been dreading this day for a year. She had met Shane in High School. The hit it off very well. Everyone called them the perfect couple. They continued their relationship through college and married the day after graduation. A year later, they decided to start trying to have a baby. All the dreams and hopes died that fateful night one year ago today.
They were on their way home from a night on the town. They passed a slow moving vehicle and was shocked when the truck sped up and rammed them. The first hit made the car jump, but the second made it swerve off the road. The car skidded off the road and down an embankment. When it finally stopped, the car was on it's top. Shane was trapped inside and Jill had been thrown from the car. Shane died on the way to the hospital due to hemorrhaging from the brain. Jill was rushed by ambulance. When she awoke, she was informed of Shane's death and the death of her unborn child.
She had been pregnant! They estimated around 4 months along. She went into a deep depression for a couple months. Even when she got better, she still refused to date anyone else, saying that her heart died with Shane and her baby. She could never love again.
And she dreaded today. Her psychiatrist and herself had planned for her to visit his grave on the anniversary of his death. The doctor said it would help her recovery. But Jill only dreaded it.
She hesitantly rolled to the edge of her bed and sat up. With her face in her hands, she cried for a while before being able to muster the strength to stand up. She began her shower still crying. By the end of the shower, she felt a little better and was actually able to smile at her form in the mirror.
If only she could love again. She thought that her body looked good. She stood 5 foot 7 inches, with 36C breasts. Her body wore size 8 very well and her long red hair made her hazel eyes shine. It was then that she noticed the scar from the wreck. The 3 inch reminder of that faithful night located on her right hip. She ran to the bed and flopped down in tears once more.
Once she gained her composure, she put on Shane's favorite summer dress with her white sandals and headed out the door. She sat at the wheel of her car for a while before being able to start it and put it in drive. Once she made it to the cemetery, she broke down once more. How could this help? She still cried every day over her loss. This would only worsen it, in her opinion. But she believed her psychiatrist knew well, so she slowly emerged and eased her way to his grave.
"Tyler Shane Logan March 14, 1971 July 20, 1995 Beloved Son & Husband Rocking his baby in Heaven now."
Upon reading his headstone, she broke down again. Falling to the ground at the stone and pouring her heart, soul and tears into the soil. She was startled by a soft voice behind her. It was a young boy. He looked so happy and content that it eased her pain.
