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As Long As We Have Each Other
How could such a gift be taken away so soon, so unexpectedly? Never will you hear a cry like that; each moan pulling you under, each whimper longing with remorse. And yet he could feel the warmth radiating from the hospital room as her family surrounded her. There they were, speechless, overwrought with grief, silent. But there they were because the very least, and most one could do in that situation is simply be there. He didn't know them personally but knew this was the closest they'd been in some time. Despite the tragedy he knew the love filling that room would slowly mend the pain like sunlight blossoming a flower.
By Jason Hall5 years ago in Families
Beyond Time
Around 5:00AM every day, on the dot, the Elderly of Armada Park would gather in the gardens, feeding cooing pigeons as their avian friends too settled there amongst patches of sprouted wild grain. However, there was one noticeable woman there today that did not particularly fit in with the usual park goers.
By April Perez5 years ago in Families
The Book
"No matter what, promise you'll take care of yourself." His brilliant blue eyes had already begun to fade as his large hand trembled in hers. Pleading with her, he pulled her closer, "promise me Elizabeth that you will always try your best." Elizabeth watched helplessly as the life continued to fade from his once strong body, "the answer is in the barn…" with widened eyes and a ragged breath he was gone.
By Megan Fontes5 years ago in Families
The Gift
Every day is ordinary until it isn’t. It was April 5th. My husband and I had woken up a short time earlier and were slowly trudging our way through our morning routine. From the kitchen, he shouted, “Did you feed the cats?” I called out, “Yes. Did you pay the cable bill?” Other such romantic sentiments were exchanged throughout the morning. I had just put the toothbrush globed with too much paste into my mouth when my husband exclaimed, “We have a problem.” Uh oh. Even though I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, I started to recount every little thing I had done, ever. “What kind of problem?” I garbled. White foamy spit hit the mirror. “There’s an extra $20,000 in our bank account. I went to pay the cable bill, and there’s just, there’s just so much money in the account,” he said, shocked. I spat out all the toothpaste, not even bothering to brush. “Uh, what? Where did it come from?” I yelled. A moment later he poked his head around the bathroom door, his eyes soft, mouth slightly downturned. “The note on the account transfer says it’s from aunty M.”
By Melissa Sloos5 years ago in Families
Just like I imagined it
Sitting in the hospital dining room, looking down at the floor, wondering what would be the last book my loved one would read. Reading new stories was our hobby, and maybe this would be the last. I wanted it to be the best. I looked for several books, but none were inspiring compared to the ones we've read. I gazed towards the window; perhaps the peaceful sky would honor me with an answer. As I was staring at it, my peripheral sight caught a man dress in black sitting at one of the tables. He seemed to be writing something on the last page of a little notebook. He closed it and placed a sticky note on the front cover. He took a breath, reached his carry-on bag, got up, set the notebook in the center of the table, and left. I was puzzled. I exchanged sights between him walking away and the table. Should I catch up to him to let him know that he forgot his black notebook? I froze.
By Ricardo Marquez5 years ago in Families
Now you're gone, mom
My mother’s face was always soft. She was one of those women who always was coiffed and manicured to perfection. Rouge lipstick, dark brown coloured short hair, perfect ruby red nails. Her skin smelled of a time-gone-by; a Bill Blass perfume she had always worn since her days living in the Pierre, New York when my grandfather was vice president of ABC.
By Jessica Patterson5 years ago in Families
The Time Capsule
Jo ran her hand over the dusty box that she had placed on the kitchen table in front of them. She smiled as she read the words: DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 2020. She had written those words with a red marker. Today was their twentieth wedding anniversary, and twenty years ago, she had contrived the idea of making a time capsule, to be opened on this day.
By Jacqueline Brockert5 years ago in Families
My Dad is Magic
As a child, I remember my father always carrying around a red handkerchief, a small multi-use tool (which included a hammer, blade, wrench, and Phillips screw driver all in one), and a small black book with a pen. With these items in his possession, anything was possible. ANYTHING. According to our family, my father is considered a Gomez legend. Although I truly enjoy listening to all of their stories about him, it is not necessary for me to learn about his greatness because I had my own first-hand experiences.
By Summer Gomez5 years ago in Families
A 60's Tale
A 60’s Tale 1962, Friday, 2:15 pm. Barbara sits in her car, her long dark hair hangs limp in front of her face. She stares out the window at nothing as she replays that last forty five minutes in her heard. She walked into her estranged husband’s offices, as she walked through the beige, dim lit corridors towards his office she noticed the sympathetic looks from the secretaries, even other business men. How could they know? Did they really know who Stanley is? She reached his office. Time seemed to warped and grow foggy. The words “keep the damn house, do what you want with it, sell it. But don’t contact me again” ring and blast through her ears. A traffic warden taps on the hood of her car, bringing her back from her thoughts. She begins the slow drive home. In her rearview mirror she looks at her son and daughter’s clutter on the backseat, wrappers from rhubarb and custards litter the floor and sandy footprints line the interior. Barbara smiles to herself thinking the freedom they must feel, her smile fades when she thinks of them for too long.
By Charlotte Gould5 years ago in Families
The raw and real about a clean house
There was an anonymous post today from a mom saying how she needed “pictures of this moment” of what people’s houses looked like to help her fight her depression and anxiety. She was stressing over having a super clean house all the time.
By Ashley Thorn5 years ago in Families
