Tag: grief

  • Footprints

    When I saw the muddy footprints crossing the newly mopped kitchen floor, I was initially furious.  But when I saw the message on the wall, I thought I was hallucinating.  My neighbor had departed from this life six months before and I had yet to fully accept his death.  But the message had to be…

  • Aging

    “A tip on aging…  do it in style…” I knew I would always remember the last thing my grandfather said.  As well as the fact that I didn’t know if I was going to laugh or cry.  He was the consummate joker and of course he would go out in style.  But as my grief…

  • Grief Haiku

  • Cold Wind

    The cold wind surrounded me like the grief I felt.  I knew eventually the fog would lift, but I wanted it to lift sooner rather than later.  Until then I would sit outside and watch my screams run away with the wind.  “I thought you might be still out here.”  I almost jumped out of…

  • The Courtyard

    My grandfather’s courtyard was the only place where I truly felt at peace.  I spent at least one week at my grandfather’s house every summer, and if I was lucky, an entire month.  My dad disappeared from my life when I was seven and only came around once in a blue moon.  My grandparents stepped…

  • Grief

    I knew everything was going to be all right when I saw the fox and deer crossing the field together.  I knew the two of them had never gotten along because I watched them obsessively.  I wanted to be able to know their every move so I could communicate.  I had already become friends with…