11 years this month.
Suddenly, it tears through my chest.
Today is the anniversary.
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Flashback to wires and tubes,
To silence as the machines are removed,
To the way you never woke up to say goodbye.
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We've all moved forward like you would want us to.
I leave flowers when I come home to visit.
I speak to the stone like it was you, but it isn't.
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It's gotten easier to manage.
I don't think about you everyday anymore.
But a sudden reminder can bring laughter or tears.
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Still, I don't have to change the channel
When the Mother's Day commercials start anymore,
So that's progress.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
April 15th, it will be eleven years for us since our son died. We no longer have to turn the channel but we do still think about him every day. Blessings & prayers to you, Cat.
Beautiful. I really loved this part: We've all moved forward like you would want us to. I leave flowers when I come home to visit. I speak to the stone like it was you, but it isn't. I lost my mom 7 years ago and this really touched my heart
I really enjoyed reading that ❤️, and I hope you 'll read my stories and rate me on them because I care about your opinion🥰💝
ah yes, I remember these feelings...they lessen...eventually. It's a nice tribute. 💕💕