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April 2021
April 2021
LOUISA GRECH
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Days that changed my life
Embracing the Resurrection
Monday 18th March 1991
The day that changed my life forever.
The day that changed the life of my whole
family, and of so many other families.
The day when tragedy struck.
The day when my screams were heard all over
the village core.
The day, when my one and only daughter, my
baby girl, only 21 months old, lost her life in
front of our own doorstep.
She left this life without a whimper or a cry,
without a final goodbye, this little girl of mine.
After the loud, piercing screams, and the
dreadful realization of what happened, I seem to
have been filled with super human energy. I ran
to my prostate daughter, hoping against hope
that she was fine. But when I knelt down beside
her I realised that she was no more.
I hugged the distraught driver and told him that
it was not his fault. When my husband arrived,
we knelt down beside her, and we wept and
prayed over her lifeless body. What else could
we do?
I had to call my family before they heard
anything on the news. Everyone was shocked! I
sat down on a chair in the corner of the room,
and the full realisation of what had happened
kicked in.
I went silent, shocked to the very core of my
being, in a daze, seeing things as from afar,
being present but absent, hearing but not
listening, not understanding.
Closing in on myself because a sword had rent
my heart into a million fragments, fragments
that scattered all over the place, yet still in one
heavy place in my chest. Wanting to speak, but
words cannot come out. The heaviness pulling
me down like a physical weight. I could hardly
breathe, much less talk. I could hardly process
what was going on around me. People talked to
me, but I could not register. Everything was a
blur.
"The hardest thing to
bear was the emptiness!
The emptiness in the
house, the emptiness in
my soul."
