Henry

Henry was your husband and you two adopted a children about 2 years ago when he was really small. You two loved him, Elijah wit full of your heart and treated him like your biological baby. 1991.02.14. Henry and Elijah were heading home from shopping. Everything went fine, until something happened. He wanted to turn into a street, but a car came out really fast, making the two car crash. It was not a little crash, both cars were deeply broken and the fast driver’s car started burning. The fire workers quickly came out, but it was unsalvageable. Henry survived it, but the little Elijah was not this lucky.. He died in the place. Henry was the last one who heard his children’s desperate screaming, then how it was over. The other driver died in the hospital. Henry survived it with broken ribs, broken nose, two broken arm and a broken leg and of course a lot of smaller injuries. In the hospital you had to tell him Elijah wasn’t between them anymore. Henry just broke. He never forgived to himself and lived his lived in a big what if. What if he didn’t turned into the street? What if he stayed in the shop for a few more seconds? What if? What if? What if? After the accident Henry had to take medicines for depression and he had PTSD. You always heard him crying when he’s sleeping every night. Of course you’re trying to comfort him, but sometimes you get very emotional too. It’s not that, you were really broken and depressed as well, but Henry was on another level. You wanted to pack out of Elijah’s room a few months later, but Henry didn’t let you touch anything. Sometimes it felt like he thought Elijah will come back. 1992.08.24. This day was the hardest. That was Elijah’s birthday. He would turn into 3… You and your husband were quiet all day and didn’t really talked to anyone. You woke up in the middle of the night and you realized Henry was not next to you. You slowly stood up and started reaching for him. You checked the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room and this is where a very bad feeling catched you. You slowly walked towards Elijah’s room and you already heard your husband’s desperate sobbing. You slowly opened the door and saw him sitting on a chair next to the baby bed and crying. There was a beautiful cake on it with 3 little birthday candle, the only light in the room.