Written by Ralph Myers in honor and memory of his son Tom Myers.
"Then Maybe We Could Get Over It"
My dear misguided family member or friend.
I want to believe your words are sincere, intentions are good and you truly mean well.
As you from the outside observe how my life has been transformed into a living hell.
The words you have spoken meant to be comforting advice.
“Get over it; get on with your life.”
God how I wish that I could explain especially to myself. Searching for an answer to make me understand something that will help, gladly would I welcome. The explanation would then perhaps soothe my pain and suffice.
If only I could turn back time before that terrible day.
Prevent what happened, or at least one more time tell you I love you and say a final good-bye before you were so senselessly stolen away.
Rebuild our shattered lives, allowing us to once more be a part of a normal loving family or supportive and understanding friend.
As we try to survive and cope searching for an existence with our present unwanted conditions of life that were cast upon us causing pain and heartbreak that seems like it will never end.
Please give us strength to persevere.
Shielding all others that too whose lives have been shattered, all normalcy destroyed as now the murdered ones they so loved are forever taken away, may God their broken hearts soothe and repair.
As the new unknown challenges we are forced to confront, as a murdered loved one's survivor are thrown in our paths with the dawning of each new day. Why must we be constantly admonished we must forgive and forget.
If only those on the outside looking in supported us more, judged us less. Then and only then maybe we could get over it.
Ralph L. Myers
February 15, 2001
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