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Love you, always.
The kindest thing I could do for you was to say good-bye. I walked away when really, I was too young to make that decision but it was for the best and thankfully the next ten years proved that. You were always better off without me and I knew that and similarly, I was better for myself at a distance from everyone I loved. I didn’t leave because I hated or resented you, I left because I love you. I love you more than words alone could say and words are empty if actions don’t back them up.
By Chrisie Hopps6 years ago in Families
Blind Sky
Blind Sky By Kerry S. Gordon About 1986 words Chapter 1 The entire Australian continent was inaccessible because we were at war, and the dictum killed or be killed was never more prominent and real than now. And though death was not something I tried to mediate on, training with the agency prepared me for life threatening missions, with no room for mistakes.
By Kerry Gordon6 years ago in Families
Eleven
Eleven. When most people hear the word eleven, they think of the number or Eleven from the show “Stranger Things” on Netflix. When I hear the word eleven, I think of the loss of my mother. At the age of eleven death was something that I begrudgingly became well acquainted with.
By A.E. Valdez6 years ago in Families
Miss Helen's
It was my first time back in Pittsburgh since I graduated in 1985. I was returning for the funeral of my dear friend and former landlord, Miss Helen. My flight landed just in time for me to get to the church for the viewing. The viewing room where Miss Helen laid in rest was packed up full of people, people that she’d taken care of over the years and welcomed into her home including myself.
By Timia Williams6 years ago in Families
Just Be There
Have you ever experienced a difficult child or teenager? Are they your child? They may seem to want the world and more, but to them you are their world and what they’re craving is your attention and they’ll take it however they can get it. For some, this is by doing things around the house to get praise or cuddling you watching a film but for some, especially those who have parent(s) who work a lot or lots of siblings, this can be through fighting or getting in trouble. They may not necessarily want to be in trouble but it catches their parents attention and that’s what they are seeking.
By Chrisie Hopps6 years ago in Families
Divine Interventions
Divine Edwards lived a life nothing short of traumatic. Though today she stands strong and divinely supported she would be the last to say her life struggles were neither easy nor enjoyable. From the time she returned for another life cycle she’d dealt with life's hardships trauma after another. Well into her adulthood Divine would suffer through almost anything imagined.
By SpeciallyPicked BySource6 years ago in Families
The Search
Sorting through the possessions of the living is one thing, but it feels ten times harder when you are sorting through the keepsakes of a beloved relative. I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to do this but someone must and I drew the short straw. I don’t even know where to start, I only saw it once. No one else seems to know what I am talking about when I mention the little black book. It should have been with his important papers, right? It doesn’t help that I don’t know what else was in it. He just flashed it once, it wasn’t like I held it or anything. I am racking my brain attempting to reconstruct a conversation I had over twenty years ago, searching for clues. What if holds more than numbers? What if it holds the memories of horrors I’d rather not know, deeds done in secret best left to the dark. I’ve got to get hold of my run away imagination it just makes things confusing. Where is the radio? Let me listen to some music, commercials! Uggh! Can’t a girl zone out to some oldies, okay! Focus, focus, focus...... where would I put it? No that’s not right the question is where would he put it? Bookshelf, no, too public. Closet, no too private, not logical. Here bookie, where would you be? Look, calm down and think! No, not about love and loss, about the little black book with the leather cover! Finally! A clue, was it the size of my palm? Or bigger? Blue or black ink, black I think! Okay, what else do I remember? I wish I had paid more attention, asked more questions, I don’t even know what I said at the time. I remember being confused, startled even. What are you doing? Thinking about that is not going to help you! Get a grip! Wait what’s that over there? Small box....could it be okay come to momma! What would be the chances, it’s worse than the lotto or finding a needle in a haystack don’t get your hopes up. Umpf, it’s heavy, and dusty. Whatcha got there! Yikes you startled me, why are you creeping up on me? I wasn’t creeping, well I didn’t hear you. What do you want? I asked first, whatcha got? A box, why do you care? I am just asking, you don’t have to be so jumpy, I do have to be jumpy when you come sneaking in here! I wasn’t sneaking I said hi! Look you are making a tough job tougher go away and leave me in peace. I can help you. Thanks but no thanks it’s too little too late. Get out! See if I ever offer again! Finally! Now let’s see what’s in here!
By Rachel Brockman6 years ago in Families
