The grief that hits us is like a never ending tsunami
From Victoria –
My youngest son, aged 23, died in a car accident on the way to work on Tuesday 6th October 2009. He apparently hit wet leaves and no one else was involved. There had been a bit of a storm the night before which had brought down a lot of leaves. This was quite unusual this early in the year. He left for work as usual in good time and looking forward to using his new camera. I remember that whilst he was making his sandwiches he complained that the bread was too crumbly.
We received a call at 10.30 from his office asking where he was as he was never late. He always let them know if he was not going in and this rarely happened and only if he was ill. We telephoned the police to find out if an accident had been reported. They said that they would ‘phone back as soon as possible. It took so long we wondered what was going on – then a police car drew up in the drive. I still didn’t realise what it could be. The policeman came into the house and told us that our son had been in an accident and was dead. I still didn’t understand what he meant. My other two sons were on the stairs and heard what the policeman said. The grief that hits us is like a never ending tsunami.
