The Loss of Two Angels at Once

Treba D. Young

I was living in the ghetto in Detroit, had just moved back from Greenbay, WI after going broke, we lived in a house that should of been torn down but had no where else to go, welfare turned down four times in three months for one reason or another, I got two jobs I worked at nights 10:00 pm until 6:00 am ,while my girls slept and I worked evenings until 7:00 pm I only slept a few hrs a day , and worked 6. my girls stayed home alone ,my oldest 12 at the time , well a family in the hood asked if she could help by babysitting for me while I worked well I knew them for about three month's I said yes, I got a night off ,on a Friday I spent the day with my girls we to movies the dollar show and went out to eat and went to the dollar store, well that night I went out with friends for a few hrs two hrs tops was all I planed staying out I got dressed and left at 10:15 went down the street to the corner bar I don't drink so I just wanted to be with my friend on her birthday, well about 45min. later a neighbor came running in saying your girls in a fire !!! I went into shock !! I could not move they had to pick me up and put me in the car, I went down my street and saw all the people on the streets everyone was crying I was I praying , they kept saying crystal is gone I didn't believe them so I jump out and ran to the house of the sitter their she was an side of the road crying the baby, the baby, oh my god, I grab her what I said she kept on crying I asked where are my girls??!!! , she said the baby gone ! and took them to the hospital . when I got there the searched us , why? they puts us in a room about an hour later he came in I asked there is my baby?? he said sorry?? I flipped, but I thought it was only crystal, about three hrs later asked where is Corri my other girl they said we could not save her either, I went really crazy then, my brother & sister in-law was there when they told thank God I wasn't alone I almost killed the doctor with my bare hands! my brother held me I broke my nose pulled most of my hair out. I had to call my ex-inlaws and tell them , I made all the arrangements for them , I bought the dresses for them my family paid for the services the ex didn't do anything and he had nerve to try to say what was gonna be done at the services, but my family took over for me , I haven't been the same since this happened to my girls, I try to cope but, it's been a struggle just to go on. I wrote a poem , YOU CRY, YOU HURT! I am sending it attached may be you would like to print I am sorry it so long, but I hope some one will be able to relate to this injustice that was done to my family---the babysitter was not charged it was, them who ran out of the house and left my girls to die, but went back in to get clothes !!!


A deep agonizing pain grabs you, YOU HURT, YOU CRY!!!

Your breathe is short, there is, only half-left of yourself,


The Pains never ending YOU HURT , YOU CRY

A Child's laughter YOU CRY, YOU HURT

You remember ,YOU HURT, YOU CRY


Stop no dreams allowed, LIFE --- YOU HURT, YOU CRY!!






To let go does not mean to stop caring,

It means I cannot do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off, It is a realization that I cannot control another.

To let go is not to enable, But to allow learning from natural consequences.

To let go is to admit powerlessness,

Which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To let go is not to change or blame another,

It is to make the most of myself.

To let go is not to care for,

But to care about.

To let go is not to fix,

But to be supportive.

To let go is not to judge,

But allow another to be a human being.

To let go is not to be in the middle,

Arranging all the outcomes.

To let go is not to be protective,

It is to permit another to face reality.

To let go is not to deny,

But to accept.

To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,

But instead to search out my own shortcomings and to correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,

But to take each day as it comes and to cherish myself in it.

To let go is not to criticize,

But try to become what I dream I can be.

To let go is not to regret the past,

But to grow and to live for the future.

To let go is to fear less,

And to love more.

To let go is to love the Lord and have Faith.

Treba D. Young

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Anniversary date - 5-17-96
Date of post - 7-6-00

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