Today Jeremy, Elissa's brother, went in for plastic surgery to get bits of glass removed from his face, from the car accident in November 2010. He's had so many surgeries since then, with his face, his leg, re-breaking his leg and probably some other stuff I'm forgetting.
I can only imagine how much that car accident has screwed up their lives. When all four of your children get in an accident, one of them doesn't survive, one is severely injured, one has traumatic memories of it and one has to deal with the guilt of driving the car. When a year and a half after an accident in which you lose your teenage daughter, your youngest son is still having surgeries for his injuries.
Why does life deal shit cards to some people and not others?
I'll try to be less depressing soon, but this on top of rereading Looking For Alaska and the generally sad atmosphere at my school might result in me not being so full of sunshine and rainbows for a while. Such is life.
Love,
-J-
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