"Violets is Sometimes the Answer_The Tree of Grief_The Unserved_Grace
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"Violets is Sometimes the Answer
“Violets is Sometimes the Answer” When I was younger, Baba always told me, “even when someone is unkind to you, show them kindness.”I would ask him why, and he’d say, “because that is how I want to raise you and Ayaan. I don’t want my kids to arbor ill feelings and hold grudges. I’ve seen it tear my own family apart and I refuse to see it ruin your generation. Be better.”At the time, I knew he was talking about how his whole perception of marriage was messed up in his youth because he didn’t have healthy examples of the concept in his early life. He barely spent time seeing his own parents’ ma...
The Tree of Grief
The tree that I went to every day. The one living thing in my life. The one place where I can be close to someone. This tree. This was the place where my mother was buried. By this tree. I've gone to it every day since she died. She died 2 months ago. I thought there was pain when my father died, but I guess I wasn't that close to him. When my mom died it felt like the earth had collapsed on me. Now all I have is this tree. The one place that will matter most to me for the rest of my life. If I even live much longer. I don't have a reason to live anymore. Maybe I should commit suicide, no one ...
The Unserved
No flowers adorned the grave, and even the blades of grass had wilted and yellowed.Kemp read the name, his face the carved granite of a gargoyle. His mouth pinched tight together, the lips thin and pale. Back and forth his eyes flicked. Although he could glean in seconds what little information the epitaph shared.‘LEROY DICKINSON’ read the name. And beneath that: ‘1978 - 2016’. The etched sentence at the bottom of the stone reflected little of the man that had been. ‘May the turbulence of his life finally come to an end.’Kemp chewed his inner cheek. Storm clouds rolled across his mind, black a...
Grace
Grace By Cynthia BrennanGrace walked in her garden for what was likely the last time. Sunflowers dipped and reached toward her for one final embrace. Hydrangeas in shades of pale blue and pink huddled close to comfort each other at the loss of their dear friend and caretaker. Bright red roses clung to their www.onedoor.cctrestles for support. The usually happy-looking yellow and white daffodils drooped their heads in sadness. Grace was leaving her home of fifty five years today and moving into a retirement home. It was breaking her heart to leave her petaled companions whom she had nurtured and loved over ...