Saturday, September 11, 2010

Hotdogs and Hamburgers Won't Help Me Sleep at Night

A week ago today, The Feast of Father Sorin was underway and going well. Today, well...Let's just say the Irish played Michigan tougher today than they have in the last I don't know how long. But, even with the football season underway and going pretty good, I'm not going to talk about football anymore. No, I've got something else on my mind. Last year, if you've been reading that long, I wrote about a car accident that I came across while working. The result of the accident was the death of three-year old Thomas Kocsis. I went through a tough time after that. I cried, I didn't let daughter leave the house for a week, I saw Tommy every time I looked at a young child, I couldn't hold daughter without realizing how fragile she is, etc. Eventually that passed and I was good for a few months. Then Tommy came back and started haunting me. Every time I would look at a kid younger than five I would see Tommy's face superimposed over theirs. And that included daughter's face, too. So I got more counseling and it helped. And now, a year later, I'm at a point where I don't have to think about Tommy unless I want to. And then, this past Wednesday, I came back from vacay, went into the office and saw a thank you card. From Tommy's mom. On Monday the 13th, she's throwing a picnic for all of the police and fire departments that showed up to the accident. I didn't know Tommy until he died but I'm having a tough time believing that this is the best way to remember him. With "music, food and games for the kids." So now I'm back to where I started: Crying about Tommy and wishing I had gone down that stretch of road just five minutes earlier than I did.