Grief
When you died, I lost a piece of myself. I remember feeling like I had died that day too…
Continue ReadingWhen you died, I lost a piece of myself. I remember feeling like I had died that day too…
Continue ReadingLydia thought she had her life planned out with her boyfriend, Freddie. They had ordinary lives, ordinary jobs, and an ordinary, wonderful life together. But when tragedy strikes, Lydia must reevaluate her future and try to find some solace in a world without Freddie. Both tragic and ultimately uplifting, The Two Lives of Lydia Bird […]
Continue ReadingIt’s not that you need to know, really—just that I need to say it to someone. I can’t think of the word for it, but we’re learning about it in AP Lang right now. Disconsolate. I have a hard time remembering the definition, but I don’t think that’s it. Whatever. It’s not like it’s a […]
Continue ReadingThis story is one of the April Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . People from near and far gathered around my tree, a weeping willow, and called it Dreamscape Landing. Sadness hung in the air. Tears took on a steady flow. They bargained with me to read their letters and accept […]
Continue ReadingRight now, I know, having been where you are, grief is your largest organ. Every centimeter from your scalp to your toes feels scalded, disfigured for life. But I hope you’ll be surprised, as I was, sometime next year (or the one after that), to see grief claim a smaller space, to mimic instead a […]
Continue ReadingDecember 20, 2017, marked one year since my grandfather passed away. The past year has been a journey of first denial, grief, then guilt, and forgiveness. I wanted to share this with all of you in the hopes that it will help some of you when you experience the same thing — because it will […]
Continue ReadingEleanor lifts her bleak blue eyes to the burning world above her. Brilliant shades of crimson cascade across it; sunny yellows streak the smoldering sky like oil paints; violets hide behind smears of magenta. It’s so bright, for a while Eleanor can’t make out the sun. When she does, it’s simply a pale smudge in […]
Continue Reading“Our job as nurses is to cushion the sorrow and celebrate the job everyday, while we are ‘just doing our jobs’” – Christine Belle Dear family member, Let me start by saying the words that you’re about to hear, again, and again: I’m sorry for your loss. It is a heartfelt message, but with repetition it […]
Continue ReadingOne year ago today You were suddenly taken away By the hands of God Your soul was eternally saved I tearfully watched your body shut down As your soul peacefully rose up You watched over me as I wept Holding me closely as I was forced to accept The blessing that seemed tragedy Driving helpless […]
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