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I some times wonder if we have a point in our lives where we just stop and wonder if we are ok. We hear the words others tell us, we try to process it and take what they say at face value but then when we are alone with our thoughts we hesitate. Are we happy with the way our life is going, are the people that we claim to be friends really such or are we simply afraid to wake up one day to discove…
*The story felt incomplete so I chose to give it a proper ending...now I can put it to rest...this is part 3* It's been over twenty years since that fateful morning when he discovered his wife was gone and he was given that letter. He wanted to understand what would cause his wife to take her life, he wanted to grieve but at the time he had a young daughter to care for and did not want to trauma…
* Enjoy-be sure to read part 1 first* After I left the house I of course went back to my life convinced I had locked away the threat for good. Life moved on and eventually I ended up married and I gave birth to a little girl who was born with very unique green eyes unlike I had ever seen before.I did not give it another thought and I placed the key on a chain and gave it as a gift to my daughter…
*I decided to repost the entire story in one blog and yes I wrote it...shocking I know . I was inspired to add more to the ending* There is one room in my grandmother's house that she always kept locked up. Every time I asked her about it she would wave her hand dismissively and change the topic to talk about her garden and her knitting. I thought maybe she was just a crazy old woman having men…
I am writing this because I think some times we all forget about the little moments that make life worth living. Today my sister is throwing a family and friends gathering so my son and I have been preparing to make a dish for it. We bought all the ingredients and yesterday, we worked together to make it. We laughed, got frustrated and even made a big mess of the kitchen to make it but in the end…
They do not come with a loud noise Nor with dancing shadows across the wall They simply wait for the quiet of night The most silent time of all A soft scent of flowers, a passing thought A bedroom door left ajar The ghosts of our past return Back from the dead not far With me they sit in the weight of darkness We breathe in the very same air Like a broken record they replay the…