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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



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


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


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