Each one of us have our own personal story through every experience we go through; each individual lives the event in different ways. We carry our trauma, trials and joy differently. Judging someone else's story cannot be done because we have not lived it in their way. I was going through some papers and I found this poem that Bree wrote years ago in regards to her own experience and the trauma she lived during a horrible night, a night that our family faced the crisis of addiction. I cried as I read it, remembering the night from my own perspective. I think there are some events that we will never fully be free from the memory of the trauma. Along with my hospital stays, this night will always be with me and I am sure with Bree.
In the blink of an eye it was all gone.
My safe haven. My refuge from the the world.
You took that away and it can never be replaced.
I forgive you for what you did that night,
but the memories won't fade.
I lay awake at night unable to sleep,
fearing that any minute I will hear the sounds of your screams.
The sound that reminds me of your unhappiness,
of the life you once had but threw away.
The sound of a family being torn apart.
The sound that took away my "home."
My safe haven. My refuge from the world.
You took that away and it can never be replaced.
I forgive you for what you did that night,
but the memories won't fade.
Bree Gardner
2007
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Reading this poem brings back so many bad memories of things our family have gone through. Even though I hardly remember the events that took place that night, the feelings that were felt come back so clear. I love our family so much. For all the things we've gone through it shows that Heavenly Father knows how strong we are and that we are capable of almost anything. We have been so blessed that because of our road blocks we've become so much closer. I love you!
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