I thought knowing the why of it could’ve saved him. But mercy is realizing that trying so hard was the real love all along.
Tag: grief
Confession isn’t Closure, Silence isn’t Safety
Part III is a loop: confession, silence, hope, repeat. Writing it means reliving that painful waiting; truth without closure, love without repair.
Nóttleysa, reflection without sleep
On nightless days, Memory feasts on my regrets. Nóttleysa weaves a web of every should’ve/could’ve I wear as armor. Follow the silk before the seams split.
PostScript: Blame the Alcoholic, Too (I Do)
Dad’s drinking made him a target. By 2020, Dad was too vulnerable, too ripe for the picking, and she just couldn’t resist the temptation.
ThanK you aIMee, for the Viewpoint & Voice
My desire for vengeance is ruining this project. I know of only one way to stop it: embrace it, then let it go. So, here it is.
Keep Your Eyes Peeled for Spiders
I used to convince myself: if only I had squashed that spider when she first bared her fangs, Dad’s death could’ve been prevented. But I know better now.
Money Over Matter: Happiness vs. the Bottom Line
Dad gave up his dream so he could pursue the finer things in life; it made him miserable. Endless waiting, better days on the horizon, but never here.
Mary Karr’s Magic: How The Art of Memoir Unlocked My Soul
I saw my heartache in print; only, it wasn’t mine. These were the experiences of a 1960s family in Texas. Karr’s familial hurts merely echoed mine.
From Science to Soul: The Grieving Brain’s Guide to Death
The Grieving Brain delves into the scientific and emotional aspects of grief. I cover intrusive thoughts, avoidance, counterfactual thinking, and rumination.
Why Love Hurts: The Brain!
A loved one’s absence isn’t a void; it’s a continuation of their presence. Their influence remains, shaping our lives as profoundly in their absence as their presence once did.