Inside this suitcase are the last remnants of bits of history that are not mine: war medals, marmalade recipes, long-ago title deeds, documents, shop bills etc. 175 more words
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A Nameless Space
Under the broken remains of yesteryears,
People struggle for breathing space
For who just were somebody’s someone
Turned into dead bodies in one flip second. 149 more words
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Men, Mourning & Moments
One day you’re with us,
The next you’re not;
It’s 4 years later
And the pain hasn’t stopped.
Every cute Asian boy
Reminds me of you… 142 more words
1 day, 18 hours ago
Fish Of Gold
I survived the memorial thanks to Klonopin and friends.
This week was terrible. The closer it came to Saturday, the day of the memorial, the more anxiety and the less control over my mental faculties I had. 1,370 more words
Light a Candle.
1 day, 20 hours ago
Walking the Widow's Path
I think the grief storm set off by Grey’s Anatomy is passing.
It’s been almost 2 days since Derek died, since Meredith had to agree to terminate life support. 323 more words
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A few nights ago, the loudest BOOM I’ve ever heard in my life woke me in the middle of the night. My first thought was, “Are we at war?” It literally sounded like my neighbor’s house just blew up. 495 more words
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