My husband and I sat on a beige love seat in a small office on that first day meeting with that therapist who helped guide us through our nightmare, we were numb. Everything as if in slow motion, we recounted what the State Police had told us what had happened to our children. As we delved further into the details I recounted what I said that night as I lay shivering in bed I told my husband " this is the worst day of our lives, tomorrow will be better".
As our relationship developed my therapist confided in me what he thought about those words, something I didn't even know at the time I possessed. He remembered the words as powerful- to him they conveyed hope.