First, fantastic title.

It's interesting how two so different events have the same result.

Really well-told.

Thank you for sharing.

I've written about my most painful non-physical event many times but it has been a while since I have and pain seems to be a theme I am reading a lot about these past few days and the three-year mark is fast approaching, so maybe I will post about mine again. For now, this is how I have described the searing pain of dragging the police to check on Lindsey March 19, 2020, them not letting me go in the building with them, and then the result that I hoped not to be true, becoming reality:

"The wailing on the street was a sound that I did not know I could, nor how to, produce. It has emanated from me one or two times since. It cannot be purposely replicated. It is the sound of my soul crying out in pain. No, crying does not begin to describe it; it is the sound of unrestrained grief without any concern about the spectacle that I was for onlookers for an hour or more. Imagine having open heart surgery performed with a jagged and rusted scalpel without a drop of anesthesia; further imagine that it was at a frequency and wavelength that ripped a hole in space time and was heard across all eleven or more dimensions of the universe, not just then, but at every point in time. If you can close your eyes and feel the picture I just painted, maybe you will come close to understanding. If you can close your eyes and feel the picture I just painted, maybe you will come close to understanding my pain and my grief. And my Love, my Love, my Love."