On the 24th day, I put flowers on a tombstone.
August has become my doleful month since 2018. If losing a mother was not enough to mourn, then I don't know what would be enough. Entering this eighth month with the heartbreaking moment that still haunted me, I saw myself in a tug of war against August. I wanted to pull myself away as far as possible from going through the month and leap to the next month. But how could I defeat the universe? I had no other options but voluntarily dragging my saneness to seize these agonal days.
On the 24th day, I put flowers on a tombstone.
Pamela Kennedy
28/8/2020 11:34:46 am
Anniversaries of certain events can be very painful...but September is on its wea offering a new opening of time and space.
Mary Wallace
28/8/2020 05:17:33 pm
Sometimes flowers are all you can do; that and writing a heartfelt piece to share with us.
Sue Clayton
29/8/2020 04:20:18 am
Empathy with your story. 29th August, the day my daughter's father (first husband) passed away 30 years ago. Always visited on his anniversary; flowers laid. Comments are closed.
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