Today I emailed Mc Cray's Tavern with the details of Mary and Danny's life for her birthday party in January. I tried to send a link to the newpaper article from April with pictures of her and Tony in it. I mistakenly opened the other one and saw her car. I ended up laying under my desk crying uncontrollably but I did manage to close my office door so no one would hear. There are not enough words in any language to describe what I felt when I saw that picture. It was only for a second or two until it registered what I had done. But it was enough. It was even worse that I had imagined. My counselor told me there would be set backs in this journey and this is one of them. I am numb. I am empty. I am broken. I am, once again, seeing images that now are not speculation but fact. I hate that man even more that I thought possible. Mary could not have come out of that wreckage in one piece. Now, you imagine what I saw.
Tomorrow Danny and I are going to Augusta for the weekend to the Mustang car show. It will be better than sitting around here.