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Months leading up to the accident me and my wife have been anything but that, constant fighting, arguing, yelling over things that if happened two years ago would of just been laughed off. But since our son passed away everything has been going downhill. I lost my job to a man with 20 years less experience working the docks than I have. Our financial status has been borderline terrible which that on its own would cause tension between husband and wife. I have a growing suspicion that she holds me to blame for all of that’s been happening, even the death of our son Kevin. He died in a plane crash two winters ago.
Two weeks before Christmas me and my wife decided to take a trip to see her parents in Washington for the last time, her father was diagnosed with liver cancer (with his age the chance of surviving this has been dramatically reduced). We talked about the trip last year and started saving then, good thing we did. The only thing we didn’t consider was the means of which we would get there. We live in Nome, Alaska, the only way in or out is either by sled or by plane. We have enough money saved up for two plane tickets to Anchorage from there we will have
to rent a car and drive the rest of the way. I wish we would of considered the danger behind that action. I’m writing this from the rental car miles off courses and even further from any human soul... My wife has been sleeping next to me for some time but I can’t shake her presence, something hasn’t been right since the crash... I’ve seen, heard and felt things I wouldn’t know where to begin on describing them. My wife has only spoken one word since the crash and that frightens me, even more than the winter wind pounding a rhythm on the window my head rests on. “Kevin” was the word my wife spoke, I can’t shake the feeling of terror I’m sure soon I will find the reason behind why she said it. Or it will find me...