Torment

Everytime I close my eyes to sleep, the nightmare comes.
Labor to funeral replayed over and over again.
Tormenting me for months.

When it rained, I went balistic!
Remembering that she is not 6 feet under, but only on top of his dad.
I kept thinking - the mud is getting in there with her. She is not far enough in the ground to keep it out. I have to get her out of there.
He kept telling me that she is ok, the rain and mud are not getting to her.

After a few weeks of this torment, he purchased a sheet of heavy-duty plastic and some red stone. We landscaped this over her place. It gave some peace of mind when it rained.