It was an accident at my dad’s construction site.
And honestly, I don’t think we “coped.” When people die, you never really get over it. You just have to learn to deal with it in public.. smile, pretend you’re okay. Cause eventually, people get tired of feeling sorry for you or trying to make you feel better. And you get tired of getting pity from everyone too.. To the point where you want anything but pity and concern. So you just pretend you’re alright. And everyone seems to believe that you’re “over” it. But you never really are. And you know how people say time heals every wound? Bullshit.