WHAT HAUNTS YOU?

About 25 years ago when I was a student, I lived in Dublin but came from Cork, some 200 miles away. Occasionally on a Friday, I would catch the train home late, for a weekend visit. This one time, this girl sat beside me, about my age and she started to talk to me as the train got away from the station . She was a wonderful companion, and we talked for maybe an hour, before she reached up for her backpack and said this was her stop. She said goodbye, as did I in a rushed fashion as I hadn't expected her to get off until the last stop, still 2 hours distant. I watched her as she got onto the platform and suddenly realised I knew next to nothing about her, her name or number. But it was too late, her long brown hair, her denim jacket and her smile, gone into the night. I cursed my stupidity, not getting a name or number though I remembered her necklace with the letter 'J' on it. Presumably her name, Julia, Juliet,Jennifer? Couldn't stop thinking about her, but i felt sure she was a student and would get the train again next week.But of course, I never saw her again, though I made enquiries, nothing, never again. I often thought of her in months that followed , not being in a relationship myself. Several years later, I was reading the newspaper, in which they had a section they called 'It Happens Every Day' where they name those involved in the weeks fatal road crashes, bringing a human element rob the road fatality stats by naming and showing photos of that weeks road victims with a warning that it can happen to anyone and be careful. This day,my heart stopped and the world stopped turning when I saw the photograph. It was her, Jane Featherston, age 27 killed when her car skidded on ice and hit a wall. Must have been eight years since the train journey I had with her, and it still haunts me, that I never took or got the chance to know her or maybe more? Fate is strange. True story.

all that awesome strange i used to get in college

The weeks before my moms death haunt me. She was hospitalized to be treated for cancer. She went in the ICU and was on a vent and declined quickly. The smell of blood from all the tubes stuck in her. The sounds of the machines. The support that friends and other family never gave me. The decisions. The call that she was dead. A year and a few months later and it haunts me.

my bills...

About 25 years ago when I was a student, I lived in Dublin but came from Cork, some 200 miles away. Occasionally on a Friday, I would catch the train home late, for a weekend visit. This one time, this girl sat beside me, about my age and she started to talk to me as the train got away from the station . She was a wonderful companion, and we talked for maybe an hour, before she reached up for her backpack and said this was her stop. She said goodbye, as did I in a rushed fashion as I hadn't expected her to get off until the last stop, still 2 hours distant. I watched her as she got onto the platform and suddenly realised I knew next to nothing about her, her name or number. But it was too late, her long brown hair, her denim jacket and her smile, gone into the night. I cursed my stupidity, not getting a name or number though I remembered her necklace with the letter 'J' on it. Presumably her name, Julia, Juliet,Jennifer? Couldn't stop thinking about her, but i felt sure she was a student and would get the train again next week.But of course, I never saw her again, though I made enquiries, nothing, never again. I often thought of her in months that followed , not being in a relationship myself. Several years later, I was reading the newspaper, in which they had a section they called 'It Happens Every Day' where they name those involved in the weeks fatal road crashes, bringing a human element rob the road fatality stats by naming and showing photos of that weeks road victims with a warning that it can happen to anyone and be careful. This day,my heart stopped and the world stopped turning when I saw the photograph. It was her, Jane Featherston, age 27 killed when her car skidded on ice and hit a wall. Must have been eight years since the train journey I had with her, and it still haunts me, that I never took or got the chance to know her or maybe more? Fate is strange. True story.

The move "The Road." And the hell I went through overcoming an oxycodone addiction thanks to a pill pushing doctor.

Been there and done that....unless someone's been through it they have no idea of the hell it is to stop.



Watching my mom and brother die....I refused to leave their sides, I couldn't bear for them to be alone. I am not sure I could go through that again but would for a loved one in a heartbeat. A lot of people can relate I am sure.

I have watched A Serbian Film, it is the most disturbing movie I've ever seen. Don't know where to find it, a friend sent me a link a few years ago.

Two movies that really creeped me out:
Seven....So gross
It....I can't even look at a clown without cringing.

The loss of my 23 year-old daughter who was killed in an auto accident less then two months ago.

I have daughters and I cannot even begin to pretend to understand your pain.

Sending prayers..

Bad threads.

Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.

Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.

2things...

I watched "faces of death". And wish I could erase it.

The second..

I watched a short clip on either you tube or live leak about a guy in a wild animal park. You're supposed to just drive thru in your cars and take pictures.
Well, this guy decides to get out of his car to get a better pic of a lion pride. Needless to say, as many families watched with children in their cars...the guy was gutted by the lions..they filmed it from their cars.

Sometimes trying to erase what you've seen is like trying to squeeze toothpaste back into the tube.

It ain't gonna happen.

Clowns....masked emotions painted over with contrived ones...

OMG!!! Botflies!!! I saw a video of these things one day & it literally gave me nightmares!

Yes, clowns freak me out too.

I think they remind me of my crazy Great Aunt Martha who wore too much make-up.

The loss of my 23 year-old daughter who was killed in an auto accident less then two months ago.