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Her father was dead when she arrived. She’d had to leave him with Ma. Now like everyone else she goes to the red box on a stand hidden away in their room. 149 more words

Writing

descendants

For abuela:
I know you loved him, because he knew how to love.

He touched your face, held you in his arms.

He was your partner. 222 more words

Call and Response

A voice quivering and gravelly, like one who’s throat is crammed with egg shells

4.25.15 – Second Act

On this collapsing stage, you chided me for loving you, claiming loss was a lesson I needed to learn. 386 more words

Heartbreak

you missed brunch

the wolfpack got together at my house before we went back to uni. brunch, like we used to do in Malta. B made her eggs, R made the pancakes, G&T did the washing up (terribly and clogged the sink). 48 more words

Grief

Jesus: Grief Builds Character, Defines Identity

“Then he said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with me. And going a little farther he fell on his face and prayed, saying, My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.” 707 more words

Reflection