I was 13 years old. As one of the pallbearers, I stood at the end of the line, watching the casket sliding from the hearse. Suddenly, I felt weak. Grief rushed through me in a way I hadn’t known before. I turned away, just at the time when I should have been reaching up. My uncle turned and screamed something nasty at me. What exactly, I don’t remember. Only that “do your job” was tagged to the end of it. I didn’t forgive him for years for that, even though it was mostly a reaction out of fear that the casket would fall.
During the visit, it was clear that Brian was fading. He tried to talk to us, but really couldn’t muster the strength to say anything coherently. I remember looking into his eyes, and saying “I miss our talks” and I’m almost sure he tried to say to me “Maybe we’ll have another.”
We never got another chance. He died Thursday.
A tangible benefit of writing memoir is catharsis – in sharing the story, to feel the events – and in some way, be able to let go of the emotional charge.
This grief feels thicker somehow. There’s no one here but me, rattling about and stepping over shadows of invisible cats, rewriting the script of my daily life.
Guest Author Carole Poppleton-Schrading shares a daughter’s struggle to make peace with an alcoholic parent.
By walking in my Dad’s shoes – by exploring his story – I healed my past and claimed my own path and my birthright – to be a writer and a teller of stories.
It is cold. Colder than it is outside, it’s that awful cold that bites your nose, the air thick with the smell of death and filth. We are stunned; words cannot describe the scene we have walked into.
Clause was a sable black cat with an attitude built on entitlement. He graciously allowed me and my other cat, Jack, to share his home, his food and his sleeping quarters for nearly three and a half years.
Author Wanda Lambeth wonders if she helped her father’s death be easier for him and tries to cope with being an adult orphan facing her own fragile mortality.
Remliel and Sammael had been doing this job since before they could remember. It always amazed them how differently each client reacts. It was like they were never really sure if they were still asleep and dreaming or just too terrified to ask either Remliel or Sammael what was going on.