Roadside Crosses - a Continuation

As I am slowly walking down the street today, Something seems familiar about the road I’m on. I begin thinking back to that very fateful day, Trying to forget that my wife and child are gone. It’s been a few years now, but I’ve managed to survive, Though I can’t hold a job and I’m on medication. Sometimes it’s too much, and I wish I wasn’t alive. I just need to go on a “permanent vacation”. A little further down the road, I realize where I am. There are two roadside crosses on the side of the highway. I killed my wife and little girl right here where I stand. I kneel down next to them and begin to pray. I begin to cry as I yell at God for what he’s done. He has taken my precious angels away from me. I demand an answer because I must blame someone. The headlights of a drunk driver are the last thing I see.