Flashback

[den]

When I worked in Sydney in 1989, a bloke climbed to the top of Transport House and committed suicide by jumping off. He hit the street about 20 yards from where I was standing. I had my back to him at the time, but I heard it.

Something today triggered the memory I'd been able to supress for 15 years, and now the sound is playing in my head like a stuck record.

Comments

*HUGS*

[ursuscal.livejournal.com]

Hon, there's no telling what triggers those memories. I haven't been a Coroner since 1977, yet just the other day I suddenly had a memory similar to yours in the middle of a boring meeting. Can't for the life of me figure out why. Those memories always seem to lie buried, yet close enough to the surface that they can appear at any time.

If you would like to talk about it, I'm here.