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Joint effort

my father’s workshop
smelled the same although
ten days had passed
since he’d won his
battle for death.

I inhaled
that familiar scent
which had permiated every… 399 more words


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To Sit in a Cemetery

I sit in the three hundred year old cemetery and closed my eyes. The quiet seeping into my bones chilling, then warming me. Pocketed stones clatter together on headstones, while the only whispers heard are the ones that sing through the tears of the weeping willows. 100 more words

365 Days

Visiting the Woods

This morning was very emotional, but in a positive way.
My Great nana and Papa passed away before I was born, so I have only heard stories and memories of them. 108 more words


The Ledwyn Cemetery - Travelling through Time

As a kid, I spent a lot of time in cemeteries.

Each summer, my mom would load my older sister and me into the car – along with two of my aunts and a picnic lunch of box drinks and bologna sandwiches – and we’d go “visit the family,” as they’d call it. 225 more words


The End

Part 1: Welcoming Death

Part 2: Taken For a Ride

Part 3

The old man stood alone confronting the headstone. He looked at the name of the girl, who had died in her early twenties. 473 more words