Around 1967 my brother crossing street for a newspaper for dad. He was killed. A few years later, at 1am walking n hitching home, no cars, so when I heard a car, just as I turned to put my thumb out, I think the pickup truck had stalled as he pulled over. Barely coasting, I went up on the hood and slid to ground. No one around until I saw police making their rounds, at a small shopping stores. I remember they put a bag on my leg, kept passing out, bleeding inside. I have thought about my dad being called to hospital for second son and last rites.
Years later, well my brother was like, you can't go to sleep if I can't he says! Always wanted to go first. Sometimes a year older sometimes a year and a half.
Wondered was he. . . your turn now brother. If I have to die
Wow, this was beautifully and authentically written, and l relate to much of this from my own traumatic experiences. This gave me some new insights about myself (and other people), so thank you.
Thank you for a good read! I wonder, do the powerful good memories have a place in us too? Like you, I have had flash backs to trauma, but the powerful good things have a milder sort of bodily flash. Just a thought.
Molly Cameron! I love this so much - so beautiful and sharp and clear. Sending you all the best vibes for the memoir you're querying, because I can't wait to read it.
So beautifully written! Loved every word. And I relate to your experience even thought my two accidents weren’t as severe. The body really does remember. I have all kinds of anxiety I wish I didn’t have.
Beautifully articulated. I can relate to the physicality you describe. Trauma has so many levels!
Gorgeous!
Around 1967 my brother crossing street for a newspaper for dad. He was killed. A few years later, at 1am walking n hitching home, no cars, so when I heard a car, just as I turned to put my thumb out, I think the pickup truck had stalled as he pulled over. Barely coasting, I went up on the hood and slid to ground. No one around until I saw police making their rounds, at a small shopping stores. I remember they put a bag on my leg, kept passing out, bleeding inside. I have thought about my dad being called to hospital for second son and last rites.
Years later, well my brother was like, you can't go to sleep if I can't he says! Always wanted to go first. Sometimes a year older sometimes a year and a half.
Wondered was he. . . your turn now brother. If I have to die
Molly really like your writing. Love n Kindness
Blessings Miss
Regards Seed Scott William
Powerful piece. Thanks for writing it!
Wow, this was beautifully and authentically written, and l relate to much of this from my own traumatic experiences. This gave me some new insights about myself (and other people), so thank you.
This was so beautiful, thank you for sharing 🤍🕊️✨
Thank you for a good read! I wonder, do the powerful good memories have a place in us too? Like you, I have had flash backs to trauma, but the powerful good things have a milder sort of bodily flash. Just a thought.
Molly Cameron! I love this so much - so beautiful and sharp and clear. Sending you all the best vibes for the memoir you're querying, because I can't wait to read it.
Thank you, Julie! <3
So beautifully written! Loved every word. And I relate to your experience even thought my two accidents weren’t as severe. The body really does remember. I have all kinds of anxiety I wish I didn’t have.