The And
He’d buried himself in deep, like a tick. He trapped me with his kindness, for washing my mouldy dishes that had sat in the kitchen for… I do not honestly know how long. Continue reading The And
Tag: Grief
My Lady Of The Lake, Adieu
She arrived at our door late the night after New Year’s Eve, with one of the residents who’d come up with friends from the city to celebrate. When first I spied them, it was her frosted golden face I saw, eyes with a look of a bit of panic, and to her right our friend. We let them in, and he proceeded to tell us … Continue reading My Lady Of The Lake, Adieu
Words To My Mother I Write
That night the moon hung full in the nights sky, as we stood along the front porch, lost in our thoughts, of her, my mother. The undertaker had been called, and as they placed her body in that black bag they always use, we went outside, to be one with the grief we all shared. As they brought her body out, we not a one … Continue reading Words To My Mother I Write
75th Draft Dredged From The Bowels Of My Blog: It’s Not Just The Colour Of The Leaves
This purging of the posts is rather cathartic, seeing the number drop away, this one, that one, gawd no that’s not staying, all into the trash. Originally dated October 11th, 2014, I had lived here just over a year, and it was days away from the 2nd anniversary of Tim’s death on the 18th, that month of loss and many griefs were upon me. As … Continue reading 75th Draft Dredged From The Bowels Of My Blog: It’s Not Just The Colour Of The Leaves
87 Drafts And Counting: On Abandoned Byways
Some of these drafts are so far away and long ago, so removed, that they seem as though they were written by someone else, another me. This is definitely one of those, and there was a hesitation to post, but I suppose most of these will have a taste of that about them. This one is again from the summer of 2013, a few months … Continue reading 87 Drafts And Counting: On Abandoned Byways
How The Grief Of Fall Brought Wisdom
“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places … Continue reading How The Grief Of Fall Brought Wisdom
Weeping And Dancing And Grieving And Leaving
I was asleep when the phone rang, when the nurses at the hospital called to say, “its time”. So about 20 minutes from now, as I write these words, 20 minutes and 5 years, it will be. And how time has danced by, with new friends, new home, new me. I received the anniversary notification last month, which marks the day I registered with WordPress, … Continue reading Weeping And Dancing And Grieving And Leaving
after her
she waited, you know, until the men had left and slipped away with just the women, taking deaths outstretched hand. and now, that she is ashes, and her stories told, and her boys have gone back home, once again he sits there on my velvet settee with our coffee i watch him surrender to the loss of her. Continue reading after her
chocolate kisses in a bowl
we awake with our grief have coffee with it floating off the ground detached for a while; i remember those days. Continue reading chocolate kisses in a bowl
visits with Mary
I googled a way back, then promptly got lost, of course. Turning, I turned wrong again, and then again, 7 times, back and forth. And across the road, and across the river, and up the hill, was The Mount. And as I climbed, it struck me, how akin to a pilgrimage, how like a labyrinth this journey had become. Going back, a different way a … Continue reading visits with Mary
Just For Me
Walked across the parking lot to catch my bus. Or rather wait for 20 minutes for my bus (as it turned out). Wondering if I had enough time to maybe go across to the LCBO and pick up a couple of bottles of that Hobgoblin beer I love. And then I changed my mind and decided I didn’t have enough time. You know how I … Continue reading Just For Me
The Random Happiness Files ~/~ And Around And Around We Go
§ Part Two § On foot, camera in hand, the landscape surrounded me. With gently rising pastures, broken only by hedgerows and ancient split rail fences. The only sound, the birds and the crunch of the gravel underfoot. Those days will be remembered as much for their dichotomy, as for the grief. Suppose, really, all four years with Tim were the best of times, and … Continue reading The Random Happiness Files ~/~ And Around And Around We Go
On Waking In The Night To The Howling Wind
You probably won’t be surprised to hear I’m up again well before the crack of dawn. It’s technically still night for most. I mean, I was zonked out by 8:30 last night, so 3ish am isn’t horribly little sleep. May have just been the howling wind that woke me, and not Irish with her cold nose (as I suspect). Windy out all day yesterday, and … Continue reading On Waking In The Night To The Howling Wind
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