My dearest,

It has been ten years now or possibly ten days. I do not know any more. Time seems to have little to no meaning. My days are filled with sadness. I do not sleep. They all just blur together like one continuous stream. She is gone now. I will never see her anymore. I know that I make little to no sense with my ramblings. I feel little to no relief anymore. There are so many nights that I can’t remember. There are so many days that don’t stand out. I lost my girl, and I don’t know if I am to blame. I don’t remember the night completely. I only remember the headlights coming for us. I remember that she was there next to me, and then she was no more. I never got to say good-bye. I should have protected her better. She was mine. She was ours. Now, she is no more. You deserve to be free of my chains. There is a better world for you. I must pay for my sins that caused us to lose our precious daughter. The torment is mine to bear and mine alone. I deserve the torture. Living the moment over and over is something that most people say is a torture they don’t deserve. I have come to understand that it is mine burden to bear and punishment. I never should have looked away.

Roy

I feel that Roy deserves a little bit of explanation. He was driving his daughter home from church one night. He was sober. He was not at fault for the accident. A drunk driver hit the side of their car while he was crossing an intersection. Roy blames himself for the accident. Roy has restructured the events of the entire night and re-lives the events over and over of his daughter’s death. He has flashbacks multiple times a day.