Tag: brother

  • He Died on a Bed.

    He Died on a Bed.

    When my brother died, I screamed everywhere. I screamed in my car, my house, anywhere I could and for up to an hour at a time. I read the memoir, “Once More we Saw Stars,” and felt a companionship to the writer as he described his screaming sessions after he lost his two year old…

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  • Lewis and Louise Part 4

    Lewis and Louise Part 4

    Randall had the best luck. I liked to tell him God was watching over him even if he didn’t believe it. He could get out of more trouble than anyone I knew. The amount of  times he burned his credit with careless mistakes like not paying for a phone bill and yet he still found…

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  • Lewis & Louise Part Three

    Lewis & Louise Part Three

    Ring, ring, Randall: Grace its done, I’m done, I’m walking right now. She’s sleeping with some guy. I don’t know, can you come get me? Me: Randall I have your girls here, its two o clock in the morning. I can’t just leave them. Randall: There were guns, she’s crazy, I don’t know what I…

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  • Lewis & Louise Part Two

    Lewis & Louise Part Two

    Rain Rules We stepped outside to wind that blew rain all over our barely teenage faces. The porch half sheltered us, piles of trash laid beside the chipped painted green front door. Even the wood from the porch itself had been forgotten, who knew that a wooded porch could be so gray. An animal dish…

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  • Lewis and Louise

    Lewis and Louise

    I couldn’t sleep last night. I started to look up baby names not because I want a baby right now, I just have names in my mind for future possible babies. I find the meaning of names to matter, the name Lewis popped into my head not because It has necessarily made the baby list…

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  • He Died…

    He Died…

    Dear ones, We often color a person as all good or all bad when they die. To grieve well, we must see the lost person in all of their complexities. We must express every wish, all the conversations that were never had. At least that is what a book I read said… My brother is…

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