It’s been several months since the storm and the funerals. It was hard at first, I felt guilty that I lived. My good friend died and then my best friend moved away. They were both in the band when we started it. It took a while for us to be able to do the band without it feeling weird.
I thought I was doing pretty good. Me and Justin and Joey went down to our special place down by the creek. Mark and Mandy always came to. We built a covering out of limbs and brush, like we were on an island. We took our guitars and we would write songs, sing and play. We had not been down there since the tornado.
Me and Justin brought our guitars and Joey brought his drum sticks and a conga drum. As we got closer to the spot, we started walking slower and slower. The memories just flooded back. We stopped, Justin said we might should find a new place to make our fort. Joey said it felt creepy now.
I thought about it, I told them your looking at it the wrong way. When I stand here, I remember music, laughter and fun. I don’t want to lose the memories or forget. I realized that even though it has been months and the hurt was less, I still was not over it.
We decided to keep our fort and name it in honor of Mandy and Mark. We called it “MM’s Creekside Fort”. We sat and decided to talk through our memories and work through the emptiness we felt. It was easier talking with Justin and Joey because they knew what I was feeling. I think now we are finally healing from the hurt that we buried deep down and never faced.
When you have been through a bad experience and suffered a loss, it is important that you talk about it. Find someone who you feel close too. If you keep it buried, it will be worse on you when you have a memory that will trigger the hurt all over again. Don’t be afraid of the memories and don’t run from them. Treasure them. One day when Mandy comes back, I’m gonna take her there. I think she would like it.
Blessings to you all