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Sad Times - Surviving loss (17 stories selected)
Stories Listed by Date (page 1 of 2)What We Could Have Been (story 1 of 17)All I can really remember are snippets of him, his smile, his baseball caps, the sound of his voice when he'd say “hey Ash” to a four-year-old me as he walked by. I remember his cool room and how he'd let me sleep on his bed, remember watching him play ice hockey on the high school team that I would play for ten years later, and that I would've never played for if it hadn't have been for him. But he probably never thought of it like that. And neither did I, really. never saw it coming, or just didn't want to (story 2 of 17)My story begins when I was in the 2nd grade. My aunt had just passed away from colon cancer at age 48, it had hit me pretty hard and i'll never forget when i went to see her for the last time on her "death bed". She had wittled down to nothing and could barely talk, it was a very traumatizing experience for me. I also hadn't been prepared for what was next to come. The Day My Life Was Changed (story 3 of 17)This story begins when I was two. I don't remember much from those days, but videos captured my every memory. The second last time I seen my dad. Many people go without dads, but not many face the fact that their's is dead. Why I Hate Halloween (story 4 of 17)Halloween is a day that most kids look forward to. They get to dress up in fun costumes and get lots of candy. Once I was in that boat. As I got older, I continued to dress up as long as classes or work would permit. I haven’t celebrated Halloween since 2004 though. I just can’t do it anymore. Gray (story 5 of 17)Author's Note: This story of loss doesn't involve having someone fall away by death, but by choice. Lessons We Learn (story 6 of 17)This isn't happening! Such a strong denial, yet you know the reality of all that is taking place around you. You do not want to accept that the angel of death has called at your house and taken someone you love. You think, by refusing to accept it you can make it go away. Of course it won't! And the reality hits you like a tsunami wave. All I Will Ever Need (story 7 of 17)There was a shrub outside the kitchen window of my grandparent’s isolated farmhouse in rural Alabama, and my grandmother used to talk to the Mockingbirds just inches away thru the glass panes as she performed her various chores at that old sink. I can still see and hear her standing there talking to those birds like they were small children. They flitted in and out of the bush seemingly oblivious to her, squawking and making the racket that Mockingbirds are known for. She died when I was over... Things Are Never As They Seem (story 8 of 17)As a young boy, sitting quietly around the dinner table at our family's old farmhouse listening to the stories, my parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents shared a wealth of folk and family lore during dinner and the idle time after in front of the fire. With no TV and unreliable radio reception in rural Alabama of the 1950‘s, we practiced the age old, but now fading art of just plain talking. As a result of those moments I can appreciate the passing down of stories in ancient cultures that... A True Story (story 9 of 17)My freshman year in an American high school in Germany in 1960 provided me with a rare teacher who left a lasting impression with his caring and dedication to his profession. He was our physical education teacher and he was British. Probably about 40 years old at the time, he had grown up in England in the years leading up to and then during WWII. A man whose male ancestry had been virtually eliminated in the first world war, along with the better part of his father’s entire generation, he w... What I Didn't Do (story 10 of 17)Tears streamed down her heart as Abby watched the place she called home burn. Or almost, rather. The fire was in the apartment above her own, and Abby was sure that at any moment the floor would cave in onto her own place.
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