Shock Factor

Today was the first time I have looked for Newspaper articles about the accident that changed my life. The first time in 2 and a half years. Today I was ready. And, if anything, detached. It feels unreal looking at these pictures and reading the facts. Like I’m reading about something that happened to someone else.

The 8-year-old child that they refer to, for shock factor, was my little girl. Her name is Jess. These articles are impersonal. They give you the basics. Short and sweet. They don’t tell you about my heart and how it shattered into pieces. That’s not what sells.

It’s unrealistic to expect a newspaper to honor my daughter and her life. Or to write a story about the lives that were altered forever that day. That is not their job. As her mom and as a survivor of this crash, I feel it is mine.

I have learnt and grown. I have lost and gained. I have fought and I have surrendered. And I am ready to share it all. To help. To heal. To give hope.