I know it's to be expected, but I did not realize the emotional trauma I have experienced would have me reliving everything at such odd instances. Friday there was an accident on 148 in which a man crossed the center line and was killed. The other couple were both life flighted. The couple in the truck were on their way to pick up horse feed from us at COOP. As I went to pick up Elly at daycare, they were bringing the vehicles into the lot right next door, so I saw the van and the pickup. I didn't think that bothered me at the time. It wasn't until I drove past the spot of the accident on 148 on my way home that the flashbacks started. I'm not sure what exactly caused it. Maybe the skid marks or maybe the broken glass, I don't really know. It was just as if someone started playing that tape in my mind and I kept hearing the horrific noises of the crash. I tried to stop the images but they just flooded back. I broke down and cried all the way home. To make it worse, Mississippi Girl came on the radio. (I was glad Mady had soccer practice.) At home I let Elly play outside and I just sat there and cried. I just thought that it was so strange to be affected by someone else's accident like that. I know I will never be able to shake the images from my head, but I just hope that someday the replay button quits working.