Tag: death

  • 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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  • Suicide over Coffee

    Suicide over Coffee

    I sat in the small cafe huddled in a corner, my mind was wrapped in thought. A woman from the gym named Tammy walked inside, her hair was up, she wore a mask. She was in line for a mid-morning brew before she headed back to work. She wore jeans with a striped shirt; her…

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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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  • 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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