From my journal dated February 17, 2003:
Jenna came home from work tonight and curled up beside me on the couch. With the blanket pulled up around her, all I could see was her eyes. And they are such sad eyes. So sad.
My precious girl is so sad, so unhappy – all because of the stupid, thoughtless, drunk actions of one person. Our lives will never be the same. There will forever be a shadow of sadness over us. If anyone takes the time to look closely, even though we may smile or laugh or act like we’re okay, we will always have sad eyes.
© 2011 Rebecca R. Carney